Coffee Shop Blues - Poem by Ashley burnam
Sitting in an old run down coffee shop,
I run my fingers through my hair and think
where the hell is es?
He promised to be here today.
Picking up my phone i check the time
then i sigh because i knew he would be late.
The waitresss waltz by and asks for my order,
I just wave her off and say im waiting for someone.
The clock on the wall slowly moved on,
the hour grows later.
Three coffee's later i sigh.
When i raise to my feet i see you approuching the coffee shop,
with another girl under your arm.
When you raise your eyes and spot me I stare into your lieing eyes,
then i turn and waltz through the back door of the shop. I can hear you running after me as i climb into my car.
I start the car and put it in reverse.
I pull back and watch you run after me as i pull away and into the busy street.
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