I was sitting on a speaking seat 

Not far from a crazy clock reading

Tender is the Night 

As I always did 

When the days were fair

On this high promenade 

You asked me about Nicolas Hawksmoor 

And about the colourful beach huts below 

I knew nothing of these silent mysteries

We shared a slow blue black coffee 

You said that your name was Nicole

And that you liked the golden hummingbirds above 

Folkestone 10/22