Ugly Americans in an Italian Restaurant, London by Alan Catlin

“The place seems to be filled
with Americans tonight, I wonder
how they found it?”
“We’re from America too.
Akron, that’s in Ohio.”
“You folks in town long?”
“Just until Monday?”
“We’re off to see Drood tonight.”
“Do you need tickets for that?”
“I should hope so, it only opened yesterday.”
“Where might one get tickets?”
“Leicester Square has discount
tickets but you’ll have to queue up.”
“Is that far?”
“If it weren’t for the building
across the street you could see
it from where you’re sitting.
Actually, we were incredibly lucky
to get tickets at all, I have
a girlfriend that works in box office.”
“Who wrote this Drood play?”
“Charles Dickens, surely you’ve
heard of him.”
“What’s it about?”
“It’s a musical, it won all of the Awards
on Broadway last year.  I don’t think
it will be around here long, the critics
hated it.”
“We don’t get much theater in Akron.”
“I should think not.”

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Alan Catlin is a widely published poet in the US of A and elsewhere. His most recent book is “Books of the Dead: a memoir with poetry” about the deaths of his parents. He is a retired professional barman and the editor of the online poetry zine misfitmagazine.net.

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