Cars and lorries stream past
Their noise disrupts my enjoyment
Of the concert on the classical radio station
This is not a salubrious lay-by
Old scaffolding poles hold up the canvas canopy
At the hot & cold roadside greasy spoon
There is though no shortage of clientele
Compounding my belief in that old saying
That to be a success in catering, it is: location, location, location
Whether it be the black suited businessman
Or the more down to earth steel toe-cap construction chap
It is the bacon sandwich which today is the wealth creator
But it is not, I guess, bacon from the local Staffordshire pot-bellied pig
More likely it is bought in bulk, from the purveyors who travel
In and among the all-day-passing black marketeers
