i see her sitting alone
with a cigarette in her hand
looking around and seeing the same

old people
no chance of a smile
smoke fills the air

i can see the large lady through the hatch
smoking a cigarette while she fries an egg
tattoos and scratches cover her arms

everyone so sad
lady in the cleaners outfit
looking so glum
like her only friends are the cigarettes and the coffee

and the pregnant girl in the tiny skirt
close to tears
looks at the paper
so lonely, so lonely

tacky ketchup bottles
peeling paint
dirty floor
the tar stained ceiling is coughing

everyone so sad
the walls want to die
and the spoons are crying
why can't the misery end?

tucks greasy spoon
in the shirley district of southampton
is the definition of depression
without a doubt