Our late night pitstop
for the pissed up reveller
has a secret sideline.
Around the back,
amongst the chip trays
and cola cans
deals are done with
a conjurers sleight of hand.
Most in the area
know of this 'trade';
and once when police
postered the estate
with a number promising anonymity
to any who relayed information,
I must admit to being tempted,
to doing the 'right thing'
and having the place closed down.

I didn't.
And I'd sooner think it was
due to concern for the wrath
of small time drug barons:
the silent phone-calls
broken windows
and shit through the letter box,
than because it's a cab ride
to the next kebab.........