Lunch Cafe Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

At the restaurant, I noticed a man taking his meal
he ate chicken with chips and salad, I had fried liver
with onions, cabbage and carrots and no potatoes.
In front of him a full glass of beer I wondered when
he was going to drink it. He had coffee the glass still
full, he paid got up and drank the beer in one
long gulp, finally, I thought of going over to thank him
And there on another table sat Joao he had a full
bottle of wine with his meal and it was only lunch time.
no wonder he fumbled with the change when
I bought a newspaper. Watch the TV, she said but it was
too far away and blurry, I really wanted to go home
and write about thousands of birds falling from the sky
swarms of insect making it impossible to go outside.