She did not know me
How could she have
I was new to these parts
New to this kind of life
But not without talent
A strong imaginative outlook
With a clear watching brief
All here are working
Sat in line; writing, reading
Studying, copulating
With our, and their thoughts
Also, every Thursday afternoon
A game of cards in the corner
How one walks, or rather squiggles
Says something
About the workings of the mind
How one stands, erect
While fixing milk and sugar
Speaks volumes about your style
