Just before I die,
I’ll have a slice of pecan pie,
In the little green café off Bloomsbury Square.
I sit by the window, thousand yard stare,
And wonder what to do in my final hour?
The British museum has a lecture on the Cosmos
At five. I think I’ll have a look at the Rosetta Stone,
And a quick wonder through Ancient Rome-
The waitress asks if I want my coffee “Black or white?”
“Actually, tea please,” I respond, “I don’t want to be
up all night!”
She hurries away,
Laughing politely at the final words I’ll say.
You’ll find my spirit here, in the little green café.
Jonny Benjamin (c)
‘Pill After Pill’