At the Café – by John D Robinson


Sat just a few tables away
sipping at a tepid
americano black
I watch an elderly couple,
80 or more years old
and they sat opposite
each other at an outside
table at a high-street
I watched as they ate
their lunch
and as each of them
lifted the fork towards
the mouth, their
hands trembled and
shook terribly and a
great deal of the food
fell from the fork;
at the old couple’s feet
sat 3 labradors,
2 cream and 1 black
and they were old too
and they sat opened
waiting and catching
the pieces of
falling food from
the forks;
the dogs were in
good shape for
their age
but their owners
looked thin and
and in need of a
good meal
and the old couple
were giving their
best shot
and I could see in
their eyes
each piece of food
that made it into
their mouths
tasted good,
tasted very good
as the dogs looked up
mouths open,



John D Robinson was born in ’63 in the UK; his work has appeared widely in the small press and online literary journals; ‘When You Hear The Bell, There’s Nowhere To Hide‘ (2016 Holy&intoxicated Publications) carries an introduction by John Grochalski; he is a contributing poet to the 48th Street Press 2016 Broadside Series.

3 thoughts on “At the Café – by John D Robinson

  1. John, your observations about many old couples are spot on. My wife and I have children born before and after your date of birth in 1963 and the closer we get to mirroring the couple in your poem the more carefully we observe them. Many of them shop early at all night grocery stores and together wheel and fill the cart with little cans, perhaps because they cannot afford much more, With luck, some day we and you may join them at their age and hope we are still in good condition. Abortion did not get us, Let’s hope neither euthanasia nor assisted suicide will do us in either. All the best from a codger in waiting,


    • Hi Donal
      Lovely to hear from you and thank you for your comments which are very much appreciated; a wonderful surprise to a not so young codger who has read and enjoyed your work for some time; I would like the opportunity to contact you in the near future with regards to inviting you to contribute to a Poetry Cards Series (Holy&intoxicated Publications); Once again, thanks for your generous words;; It would be good to hear from you; Keep well;


      • Happy to hear from you at any time but paranoid enough to fear putting my email address here even though it’s probably all over the net because I get emails from folks I don’t know. It might lurk somewhere on this site.

        My wife and I at different addresses have been getting more and more scam emails from all kinds of places offering everything from life forever to a cure for constipation, A nutty time during this election season. If I were younger. I’d think about emigrating no matter who wins. Iceland is probably nice for at least two days in August.


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