Coffee by the Mekong ...

Making my coffee this morning, measuring out the Tarrazu in lavish spoonfuls, I remembered Richard telling me how he dreamed of sipping Naga Blend in Vientiane - 

Phil had gone there, whilst waiting for his visa to be renewed - 

The Mekong flowed through the city, carrying memory into the jungle - 

The ghosts of B52s still haunted the clouds - 

Richard might write some heartfelt words in a cafe by the river - 

A girl would be singing in a videoke booth - 

Looking out the window at a leafless tree,  I, too, yearned for tropic skies - 

I'd look for tuc tucs in Albert Road - 

I'd search in my pockets for unknown coins - 

14.00

Tuesday 26 January 2016

The Old School House

East Stoke 

Dorset