It wakes much earlier than the shops their shutters like heavy eyelids
Rise only when the clock strikes nine their muted staff all work on time
The mass produced, top end, on trend uniform for fashion sheep
They don’t go where talk is cheap
For fabrics, haberdashery, hardware, software, toys and pet stuff, clothes and makeup
See it all from phones to carpet down the market
Hear the traders bark through rows of multicoloured tarp.
Distorted offers, lost in brummie like a train station tannoy
In between, the Nannas bustling trolley conga, make the day much longer
If you don’t shout up, move through, who’s next, long wait, for God’s sake!
Louder still the traders call, animated voice crescendo,
Wholesale masters of innuendo, “Firm pair, nice plums”,
How to turn a mere exotic fruit into some faux erotica
Down the line, mind the pallets, watch your wallets,
Get your moneys worth, salt of the earth
Grab yourself a knock off scent, you’ll hardly tell the difference
Apart from the name and the smell, it’s Calvin Klein for £2.99?
Fabric sellers by the dozen, silk and satin, jersey, cotton
Multi cultural rugby scrum,
A meeting place for economising human race
Flower seller, fortune teller, things for cooks, books, more for less, fancy dress
My discount’s more than him up there gives, punctuated with expletives
Small change, no exchange, first to get it, no credit.
Then back towards the old main drag to ATM’s and 5p bags
List ticked, hand picked, no fail, retail.