Rosanna Miller

Beatniks On The West Coast - Poem by Rosanna Miller

Sipping espresso outside a cafe,
Feigning nonchalance,
The guy with a gold goatee glances up
Spaced out, deep in thought
With cerebral notions of wanderlust,
Love and fantasy,
The past reflected on future events
In time, presently.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 7, 2010

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