a grand theatrical performance

perched on
brass velvet stools, in a trendy bar we waited with our glass
of sparkling fiz, for the Saturday
Matinee  to allow thesbians in,
we people watched, discreetly
as every conotation
of the population passed at eye level,
a woman appeared in mid window,
centre stage.. she was dressed in an old raincoat, her hair dishevelled,
grey face and animated eyes that flashed,,
she leaned into the window as if peering for  a better view..
she had a captive audience. ..
I averted my stare, and looked beyond
and about, deliberately lingering on objects of reverse direction to hers, 
But secretly returning to scan her position,   She had a posh handbag
that she ladled into, removing items
and laughing into the glass,
she was a thief, and we all knew,
we sat there in our dress circle robes
and let the pantomime progress,
and all of us knew, and said nothing
just watched the show,
the Victor in her element. in the
after throws of robbers joy..
but who's going to do anything six minutes before curtain up?
she peered into the window laughing
then disappeared in a crowd of unknowns, 
leaving us who had all seen it and not spoke of it unsure who we felt sorry for, 
the owner of the bag, the grey lady, or our miserable selves.!