Hospital cafe13.03.2011

Shelved, for a time

in the cafe queue,

the visitors glaze over,

dazed, gaze through the

thickets of care, of chat

and that;

seek crumbs, slices of

comfort- hot paninis,

steak pies,
Roquefort binlids 

something wholly

inappropriate;

burn fingers, mouths,

minds;
watch the green caps
and aprons rush around,

watch the incubation

of hot food.