Today in Hatton Gardens I saw...

Christmas trees on the pavement
reclining like over-stuffed Romans
stripped for the bin men.

A Hassidic man pulling on his beard
tugging a thick handful
somehow obscene, the gesture (or am I five?)

A tall man in a smart coat
singing along to “don’t you wish your girlfriend was hot like me?”
in a newsagent that sells mostly crisps.