Toilets are ONLY for the use of customers
it says over there on the wall
between the hand-knitted stag’s head
and the Tuesday pub quiz notice.
Outside heather and pine and the long, long road
make a mood board of purple skies and moisture.
There’s a hunched cottage and light glinting from railtracks
and the soggy whoosh of occasional vehicles.
Off-season Saturday and the narrow room is an excuse-me
navigation around the seated consumption of breakfast (available until noon)
to the counter – baked treats captive.
‘Don’t Touch The Glass’
Spend a penny after £2.95 for a soy milk decaf latte.