There was a room full of Moroccan men eating breakfast and playing drafts in a tiled cafe,
There was an old woman wearing a scarf and Adidas trainers in the rain,
We ate and left,
She sat and waited.
There was a table full of worthless things,
There was a room full of unfamiliar words,
Gold material on a trolley behind her,
Blue sky over an image of a Moroccan village,
They ate, she waited, I stared, it rained,
The night became day,
And was over.