LUCERNE STATION

 

Waiting room, at minus twelve. Perched on frozen metal, but out of the biting wind. Automatic doors open and in flies a limping pigeon.( Flies first, then limps.) Struts about in front of the line of seats. Somebody asks it if it's got a ticket. A family comes in with three plastics sleds, two children and one dog. The dog, on an extendible lead, eventually meets the pigeon. Everyone at Ice Station Minus Twelve cheers up. The community of station waiters unites to co-ordinate

 

a) dog (small, white and jumping)

b) pigeon (large, grey and leap-frogging)

and c) doors (glass, sliding, automatic).

 

Doors finally open on approach of adult, rather than of dog, but not quite fast enough for self-launching pigeon, which now limps on both feet.

BUS JOURNEY

 

 

Rastaman, standing, holding forth,

reels off a list of St Mungo's fare –

champagne, DVDs and condoms –

to a good-humoured girl with a ready smile,

some banter and short pink hair.

THE OTHER HALF

 

Things to do in Kensington

while waiting for a daughter:

Order a plate of salad

and a bottle of mineral water.

Walk down a cobbled mews in the dark

And wonder if, given the money,

You'd find anywhere to park.

Watch a little rich girl in a French beret,

and a velvet-collared, tailored suit,

on a silver scooter speeding away

with her golden braceleted mother

in overheated elegant pursuit.

 

CLASSICAL PIANO

 

Solemn piano chords in the changing-room today replace the jazz dance, salsa or Sinatra we are more used to as we strip off, shower down or lycra up. Do the staff take turns to select our ambient music? Maybe it's finally the chance for the gardener to decide what goes out through the loudspeakers and he's a reflective type who has just suffered a bereavement. We shake heads in disbelief and water out of ears. Don't they play martial music when there's been a military coup? Down here there's no network reception. Who would tell us if the Queen has died or if the country has been taken over by anarchist aesthetes? But no, the next track is Beethoven's Ode to Joy – the European Hymn. Does this mean that Greece has defaulted and is being mourned? Or has Scotland joined the Euro and taken with it its bagpipes and its North Sea gas?

 

Tomatoes

 

Never store tomatoes in the cold

At four degrees or less they lose all taste.

The essence dies. The flavour can't unfold.

 

Tomatoes from the freezer can't be sold.

Though you may safely chill tomato paste,

Never put tomatoes in the cold.

 

Lest enzymes wither, wrinkle, fade, grow old,

The fridge is not where this fruit should be placed.

The flavour dies. The essence can't unfold.

 

The skin stays whole and won't develop mould

But something of its spirit goes to waste.

Never leave your lover in the cold.

 

Love dies if chilled and has to be cajoled.

When she can't feel your arms around her waist.

The essence disappears and can't unfold.

 

Conjure up Verona where you strolled.

Feel the sparks of fire her fingers traced.

Never leave tomatoes in the cold.

The essence dies. The flavour can't unfold.