Interviewing Beckett's Milkman
Never saw him, even through the net
His empties were immaculately washed though.
"No Milk Today Thankyou", his notes said at first,
or "Cream on Sunday" in black ink;
small, precise, rewritten each time.
Later a typewritten "No Milk Today Please",
unsigned, weighed down by coins that were still warm.
If you've any comments on this poem,
Tim Love would be pleased to hear from you.