East Midlands Airport:the bar
where I’m not sitting.
I’m on a black vinyl sofa
in front of a booth, http://www.discovereastmidlands.com.
Sometimes the bottles at the back of the bar
glow purple under fuschia and violet spots.
Enticing elixirs. Next moment
they’re coming up in blues.
It would be a case of smash and grab, I think:
seizing, unstopping, drinking
before someone zealous pulled the switch
that drained the magical away from the realism.