even though he knows the order,
a cold caneca of super bock,
he pours it
and keeps his distance.
Since I’m not an old boy or Portuguese,
he treats me as if I’m a threat to his peace
or a member of Salazar’s secret police
planning to take him away.
For a young English lad in a city that’s old
who arrived for the heat to escape from the cold
to be eyed with mistrust when a beverage is sold
is only an ordinary day.
– Lennie Bezwik