When did Black Coffee become Americano?

by Neil Donnelly

Walking towards the Golf club,

sun beating on the Old Head of Kinsale;

at the Sentry Box, between a limp tricolor

and a stars n’ stripes, a dark shirt appears;

dark glasses, dark walkie-talkie, a security guard.

Sir, can I help you?

I halt.

Is it possible to get a drink and a sandwich?

You can’t go up. People have paid 600 euro for a round of golf.

I’m not intending to play.

You’re not appropriately dressed.

I only want a drink and a sandwich.

Go back!

This is crazy,