IN THE WEE SMALL HOURS

back in second city suburbia
after a long day at the wheel
ah yes
we rolled regretfully home
from the ruggedly serrated pembrokeshire coast
over the gently undulating landscape
of cymru and the borderlands
in our diddy ford okay aye
piled high with luggage
listening over n over again
to hannah's silly song cd...
now it is the wee small hours
and everyone but me is in the land of nod
in a few short hours
i shall be setting out my stall in centenary square
in readiness for the climate change festival
i will unfurl my banner
printed for me on unbleached cotton
by the good people of greenhouse graphics
i will adorn the table with a vase of white lilies
intoxicatingly fragrant
i will proffer glasses of organic shiraz grenache
a deliciously fruity red from the rhone
i will play mellow sounds
courtesy of penguin cafe orchestra
at the back of the marquee
i will set up a little advice surgery
i will regale festival goers with invitations to my stall
i will field questions
i will make notes
i will enquire
i will challenge
i will convince
i will persuade
i will no doubt bluff a little
i will hawk for business
i will fish for leads
i will steak my claim