They were drinking white wine or spritzers
I was at the pictures
watching a rerun of a rerun of an old one,
which I hadn’t seen before
but for half a crown I expected more,
they had the right idea
the right place but the wrong year
and somewhere near a cat was wailing,
not a cool cat
just some alley cat.
It was the eighties, Berlin,
the falling of the wall
when the East came to call
on the West,
they drank Schnapps
I was looking for the traps
which I was sure they had laid.
© 2019, John Smallshaw.