My local spoons

 My local spoons is dark, dingy, sticky, smelly 

Too hot, too loud, too busy 

The building is too old 

The chairs aren't very comfy 

The lights flicker 

The food is cold 

Yet, the people that come in here they are always Gold 

When I need inspiration

And I'm struggling to write 

I can always rely on the regulars 

It's 8:00 a.m. but they're on their second pint You've got the ones who cough and splutter

Struggling for air 

The best friends who meet every week complaining that life's not fair 

But just occasionally 

There'll be a shining star in the dark 

And they will get to feature in my book 

And leave a mark 

So if you see me write

Don't assume you're safe 

Because I have more fun in my local spoons 

So go and visit the places that you hate