The Window of the World’s End

Sitting in the window of the World’s End
as visitors course towards the underground
and locals hang around the London Food & Wine,

you’ve found a moment of stillness,
empty tables on either side,
people looking down from the Roundhouse
and no reason to rush

an unidentified pint
or flick through papers or tablets
in the Friday press of madness.

Sitting in the window of the World’s End,
who is this joining you? What’s the old news?
Where will you take them?

This is the scene my coach has forsaken.