OUT ON THE TOWN

OUT ON THE TOWN.

19/01/10

So I sit down and take a break at the restaurant beside Circular Quay.

My eyes flit to the Bridge, ah splendid in it’s engineering masterpiece, spanning my most beloved harbour.

Nestled underneath this monolithic coat hanger is Luna Park, all-aglow in the dark.

I watch as people stroll past, row upon row.

A tape inside my mind, poetic verses of Keat entertain me.

Fine dining beckons treat myself.

I sit with my ghosts, my loved ones dear.

Whilst I imagine Amy’s girl child beckoning near.

I dine on lobster, Maître De whispers, ”Eat with fingers.”

My place is set with eight pieces of cutlery.

“Prince William is in town”, says he.

He stays in the castle, right behind Circular Quay.

Would he wish to dine with me?

Eat lobster with his fingers; be free and anonymous just like me.

Thank you, East West Restaurant.

My ghostly friends thank you, too.

Remember how we dined here many times, my mother, Jean Josephine, with Virginia Jean.

So fill my plate with sweet dreams and visions.

Then walk me down, through columns tall.

To home, James pleases, on the Manly Ferry.

Out on the town, I’ve had a ball!