Coffee Shop
By nearside
Wed, 10 Nov 2004
- 833 reads
Here's where it stops.
For a little while
To catch a nicotine breath
To exchange a smile
And to wet ones lips
On chipped mugs
Hiss spit of coffee machine
Warble of radio and the murmur
Of hushed conversation.
Solo acts stare out windows or
Into their tea cup mirrors
First dates wait
Sitting in corners until their
Time's up.
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