Reasonably Upmarket Gastro-pub , lunchtime in March
There may be music but
the sounds are people together.
The food is just an excuse;
allowing time together.
A noisier corner, an older woman,
younger women and one man,
A early Mother’s Day duty?
There’s lots of bottles of wine.
In the centre two women
sharing work, families.
They laugh and listen.
They listen and talk.
Another corner, quieter,
two young serious women,
sometimes they come closer
and voices are sad, subdued.
Around us two waitress
efficiently attend. They bring
and check and clear and wipe
and aim to be forgettable.
No smiles, no contact,
instructions are to leave
personalities on the doorstep.
They’re paid to do not to be.
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