Cafe
Created | Updated Jun 27, 2011
Cafe
So I’m sitting in a leatherette chair
pushing my spoon through a pile of sugar,
making spirals
another coffee gone cold
Thinking about that time when…..
Ah but that’s all a crock of shit now
and the old man in the corner
snots out his morning’s phlegm in
a large white hankie to a
chorus of silent disapproval from
huddled blue suits snatching a
double skinny choca mochatino
and the stereophonic ring tone cacophony
makes a sound track of sorts
to my dime a dozen
hackneyed thoughts of what ifs
and maybes.
So I’m sitting in a leatherette chair
pushing my spoon through a pile of sugar,
making spirals
another coffee gone cold
Thinking about that time when…..
Ah but that’s all a crock of shit now
and the old man in the corner
snots out his morning’s phlegm in
a large white hankie to a
chorus of silent disapproval from
huddled blue suits snatching a
double skinny choca mochatino
and the stereophonic ring tone cacophony
makes a sound track of sorts
to my dime a dozen
hackneyed thoughts of what ifs
and maybes.
