Smashmob

I am having a very late breakfast in a warm East Melbourne cafe.

Outside its dark and I could touch the clouds. Getting here, they were touching me with their tears, obliquely from Port Phillip Bay.

Smashmob are reverbing on the Tannoy. Low, over and over. And over.

Double mac, poached eggs, smashed beans and toast. Coffees up and the toast is brown.

Sooner or later I am going to have to stop cancelling meetings.