diabetic spirit

It turned six,
after my coffee and kharabath,

when they wheeled in the mobile bars,
and parked one right by me.

I watched a Teacher's
and a Royal Challenge
stand tiptoe, and lean, and neck,
and knock their heads.

Tipsy, they seemed,
an arm's length from me,

shying from my gaze, as
I sipped a second coffee—
served in a glass—
strong, and sugarless.

--7:00 PM @ Century Club, Bangalore