Invincible summer |||

Their marketing manager

Their marketing manager is not in his office 
His staff do not know where he is 
He is in constant touch 

On the top deck of a bus 
He leans forward to hear a couple talk 
He slips out of the back row of our seminars 
Before the lights come up 
And emerges from the cloakroom 
Mingling with our customers, head slightly inclined 
He listens with a faint smile 

In trains, taxis 
His ears are everywhere 
Hearing him at industry conferences 
Our customers gasp and laugh 

He stares moodily from café windows 
He owns the rain-swept street