Nothing Else Matters
The table for two is available now, once the staff clear the mess away
and the children stop their crying
mothers do their best at mothering and controlling the noise
we look on we know they’re trying
the food comes after a while, it’s good, not bad, we eat
my friend drops his phone, he bends down, his eyes are fading
I crawl on the floor to find it
as the glass falls to the floor and shatters
and in the moment he reminds me that nothing else matters
The menu, in three parts, folded out for drinks, all day breakfast, eggs on sourdough
order at the counter swipe your card
We have regular, medium, or large and how would you like your eggs
a decision to be made, why, in a time like this, is it so hard
My friend, screwing courage to the sticking place
sits and waits for me to provide
I turn and stall while the lady watches me
the uniformed girl smiles as the seat and table clatters
I know in that moment that nothing else matters
He slaps his hand, what, I’m sorry, I’ve ruined your day, that’s what he’s saying
you’re being ridiculous, you’re my mate I tell him
I’m nearing the end of things, the tide you see, can I stop it he says, it matters not, I’m staying
my brother, my brother, you’re my brother, in my skin
The shopping trolley wheels are squeaking and they’re filled with glassware
everything is on special, the sale price too good to refuse
this place, the place I came to years ago and now my life in tatters
Yet, I know in that moment, nothing else matters
© copyright – Stephen Newman 2019