i sink
in black leather
watching them visit.
singles
couples
the lonely
and content.
drinking and smiling.
attempting to entertain
themselves
in this...
fancy, awkward
waiting room.
i am the fly
on the wall.
a spy.
early for my coffee date.
stirred up
like the liquid i'm sipping.
it takes me back
to better days
when life
was but a drift.
I lay my head back...
close my eyes
evaporate into
memory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's always good times at the coffee shop Jonny. Nice poem. Thanks for taking us there.