I miss the comfort of the office desk
and the nine to five
by the photocopier of
“Who won the match last night”?
I even miss the heated arguments.
The pretend bitching sessions
right next to the fridge.
Coffee shops on Parnell Street, hipster to Asian
All the world walking past
Tourists with their maps.
Last out in the evening, turning out the lights
the cleaner chirps
“Don’t forget the lotto, its fifty million tonight”.