Arthur Yap - BGSS_The Coffee House, Cockpit Hotel lyrics

not a daily occurrence: a bride waiting, 7.30 pm, at a coffee house. you, shifting eyes, forkfuls into mouth, stop. stop & watch the bride, 2 bridesmaids & an elderly chaperon at the little round table having a respite before the dinner. her eyes, downcast, become modest behaviour. immediately one floor down dragon room is taken for the reception. relatives line up at the entrance, the men clutching proffered tins of rothmans. twice, a hand gently steals out & pats any suspected flaw of coiffure into perfection. most of the time, looking at her gloves, her eyes are downcast, cast downwards one floor immediately below. at the end of an elastic hour will she rise, raise her eyes, descend one floor, ascend the low platform elevating the tabled 10 courses, smile gently at the groom, post-sharksfin & pre-crispy chicken & mark out clearly her domain, right here & right up there?