042211o 15 Minutes Pit Stop Poem by Manonton Dalan

i stop by open refreshment corner
relaxing my feet from distance walking
now i have chance of watching walkers
i could feel their pain on their high heels
they look good, with all those trinkets
hanging all over their frame, souvenirs

sipping a thailand tea, taste like 'pandan'
a native grass in far east for making bags
there stayed a good hour planing next venture
maybe look for cold beer and steak sandwich
i can't stop enjoyment even i'm getting tired
another block then i'm back to beachfront