On the 7th floor of 9.
In a tall, sombre building.
In a day-end lull.
Under a black sky.
A small group loll round an elliptical table.
One corporate construction worker.
Pensive and powerful.
One from a large charity.
A benevolent know all.
A couple of bankers.
One beyond charming and Dutch.
The other stringy and highly strung.
Two ex-army bods - bristling and non-combative,
listening for their cues amongst the chat.
Only two girls.
Both young and dark.
Both useful - in a hands on way.
Everyone is useful.
Each has something blinding to say.