Southbank

I have never used their
Millennium Bridge – At
Tate London diners sit
with readied menus to
hand – artwork hangs –
those opening mouths
trawl for links between
courses – here lovers’ll
think about it all – & of
scraps scraped away in
careful chat [measured
out in teaspoons] – My
off days were not to do
such things that others
do – Away from tourists’
hubs locals still gather
in pubs & cafes – suits
drink cocktails & pints –
as chat disintegrates – a
last-train-home calls at
all stations [never ours]