It's my passion to serve the service,
It's my habit to stand tall again,
It's my tendency to catch fungus,
Whenever, I cherish the rain.

I'm a table,
On service,
In a roadside café, a cozy terrain,
I hunch in a corner,
By a window,
And yes, I do lack a brain.

I love the rejuvenating mornings,
I love the coffee stains,
I cherish the mid-day meals,
Which children scatter, again and again.
I admire the slow sunset,
The sun kissed views,
I observe the late night drinkers,
And chuckle on their absurd abuse.

I'm never off duty,
I reside in the favoured space,
Visit us once in a while,
I'll tell u tales,
Of the Mayor in the Derby Race....