Monday, October 25, 2010


The Young woman
working tables
dragging youth,

the coffee that bites at my lips,
the empty glasses

damp with wet rings,
a couple damp with rain,
the nowhere sound of
back and forth foot prints,
chanting static with tips in
quarters and dimes,

another hour found
to place myself at random
in this feeling-

across the room-


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