Weatherspoons Poem by Charlie F. Kane

1.
I sit on this table alone,
Our regular seats are taken,
But it will not take long before my friends are here.

I try my best not to listen
Into the table next to mines conversation,
But it is oh so hard to avoid.

There is a sea of unknown faces around.
The voice become like waves,
Become indistinguishable from each other.
I am drowning on my own.

2.
The couple sitting opposite me
Can’t help but watch me.
They face me, not each other,
And I’m sure they ponder what I could be scribbling.
I feel like telling them
That I write nothing about them,
But that has become a lie,
I should tell them my main theme
Is normally and invariably
Me.

3.
People never stop fascinating me!
I watch these forms and entities
Ones who have seen more years than I ever have.
It is hard, for one to conceive,
Of a world where I do not exist,
Or think of a world that turns
When I am not then.

4.
How must others see me?
A hat wearing boy,
He writes in his notebook,
A diary?
The coke close at hand for a swig
Of the rum concealed within.
Can’t breakaway,
Can’t get out of his mess,
I am putting myself through this
Through choice,
And I only have myself to blame.

5.
I don’t mean to suggest.
That I am bitter.

©Charlie F. Kane

1/06/07