Trapped under glass it’s 1953.
Where Rayon’s the success of
spring. In other news; a sewing
countess boasts of her prowess
whilst the Earl dusts his coach

A child waitress; sixties coal
and a fifties print dress, swings
past the duke box and quilted
toilet door of Bond’s nemesis
with cappuccinos and mochas

We laugh; eat improbable cakes
off, of white plates; sip our drinks
cool mountains of cream, gaze into
glazed fruit pastry frames; by the
coffee espresso and Quimbley fish