In Urbino, Granada, Tromso and Melbourne,
he is bearded and at the bar.
He deftly juggles the beer pot
while his smooth moves with the cloth
glistens the glass
and the glass reflects his smile
as he serves.
Steel sparkles as he manoeuvres
the up and down thrust
of the La Cimbali machine.
Steam froths and his warm banter
serves the cappachino.
He is the hospice of home and hope
for the gypsy global traveller.
His tea is his telos
his vodka is his vocation
his water is his welcome.
He is the host and L'chaim is his food
in Urbino, Granada, Tromso and Melbourne,
He is bearded and at the bar.
24th January 2015
Sitting in Dolci di Battista Urbino watching the barrista and thinking of my son at work.
