luxembourg (ii)

1

One thing I cannot do
is get the hang
of Luxembourg bars.

You sit,
thirsty for booze,
until the wait
sees.

And I want a beer,
and I’m sat here,
and one doesn’t just
chime the bar.

It’s not like they’ve got geuze,
or something else special;
it’s merely a mock British bar
in the Luxembourg Gründ.

2

The metro’s only got
two stops.

Mind you,
there’s only one carriage,
fifteen people.

And the two stops
align vertically.

3

And I want a beer,
and I’m sat here,
and one just doesn’t
chime the bar.





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