Debates on poetry

We sat down to lunch today,
(Talked of love and song)
The waiter bungled the order,
Clarifications were necessary.
Grey, black, white – they made pictures,
(It was a collection of haiku, I looked at)
Tomatoes, onion and green chillies
Bread and philosophy were tough, a little burnt.

Steel clattered, scooping rice, dal and eggs.
(Connections and markets were the norm)
A pack of Goldflake, in the corner tossed
The cigarette’s last stand.
Plastic, wood, brick and the sky,
(“Poetry is made of nothing”, said one)
Tea undid the chill
I paid and left.