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