The Flinders Street Photobooth
In the end, it was a question of coins
More accurately the advent of the dollar
That big, shiny circle of happiness
Monumental in the palm, the simplest exchange
For four square, black-and-white mementos
A whirring, thinking, clinking something
Alan Adler was the photo-man, his trolleyful
Of cans, the charmer and his chemicals
Had coloured magic on his hands
This photo strip was previously published in the post Filling In Time, on the 11th of January 2012.
I will write more about the poem and where it came from in a later post.