Down-at-heel adventurers
Wide-eyed in cafe windows, sip
The elevated loneliness
Designed by Sartre and Burroughs.
Only the Australians
Will ever go home.
A snowy wind, a wintry mind
Abandoned for an altered state
Of Beat and Hippy paperbacks,
Romantic travel, Kathmandu,
But savings totted on a napkin
Still wouldn't stretch to France.
Consolidating confidence
These early days of independence;
Another coffee guarantees
Another hour of life.
