Unpublished
CAFÉ
How is this?
I sit alone
Sipping latte
Burning my lips
Killing time
I listen to the conversations
Imagine lives at home
Jobs held, cars driven
While my pen plays at the paper
An insect dipped in ink crawling away
Letting my thoughts run wild
Still I wait
Each minute a death knoll
`Til I can be with you
To see your act of Rudi gore
To applaud your G&S
So I wait,
Sipping Latte,
Burning my tongue,
And thinking of you.
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