bauxite

Bauxite

I opened a café once
in Liverpool eight
it was located next door
to a café that
was always full;
spillover?
No such luck.
my resentment grew
three weeks
not a soul,
only gathering of
dust on tables;
by the time a couple came
I told them to get lost,
closed my café
and joined a ship bound
for Trinidad
the bauxite trade,
now there is dust
for you.