Coromandel Town

The Bohemians walk the streets in Coromandel Town.
At measured pace, wearing a trilby hat (with feather),
a manuka tramp staff over his shoulder
with a Country Road bag tied to the end.
Love the irony. Gucci shoes?
The rain falls, and there is a veranda coming up,
but he stops and talks.
What are hats for after all.

Road Trip 2012

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