Boston Beans Brunch at Prado

‘Lost at Prado’

Inspired by brunch at Prado Lounge Café Bar
.

Egg yolk bursts forth.
Happy vibes for ailing poets.
Smoky beans begging to be seen.
Skins spiced up to tingle
tired has-beens.

Mini-browns, promoted hash,
bunched in old-tin cup,
begging to be free – to be
dipped in sauce –
to be lifted up.

Crisp, crack, crunch –
too few – now gone.

Lost.

Submerged into
a bucketful of short-gone
memories.

But,
for now,
I feel better.

Copyright of text and photographs owned by Jay Cool, September 2018

Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

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