When I
first met
Short Jew
to talk to
he looked
delicate as
a Ming vase
but could
jack knife
a fork lift
Then he
saw me
sip coffee
outside a
quiet cafe
“I like a
tall lady.”
May West
sprang to
mind but
I pushed
her down
I surmised
he came up
to the length
of my legs
stretched
across the
pavement
Short Jew
was 5ft 4
in English
lacking the
option of
acting the
big mensch
but he was
very gentle
“May I?”
he asked
I nodded
& he sat
“I’m Josh-
but called
Short Jew.”
I took a sip
“Of course
you are.”
I replied
“A coffee?”
he nodded
& smiled
“I see you
play chess
at the club.”
I knew that
I see stuff
that peeps
think I don’t
which is just
as well now
a Jew has to
have eyes in
the back of
her head
I went for
his drink
while his
eyes spied
my limbs
uncoil with
keen interest
& saunter
off inside
He might
lack height
but fancied
his chances
which made
me like him
Marlovian 