Pete wandered into Nellie’s.
The usual faces in the usual places
His corner seat waiting. As usual.
Big weather huh?
Hi Nellie. What’s good?
Y’know, Crab Chow, usual.
‘Sgood. Ok. Nellie smiled.
What news of Fair Lady?
Sheltrin’ in Burton ‘till it blows.
Good. That’s good.
Pete shot the breeze with the boys.
And Nellie. Chow was good.
G’Luck. G’luck Nellie. Tomorrow?
All the friends he needed, waved.
Outside the wind was changing.