Coffee Shop

So we sat in the coffee shop

Sipping and enjoying the jukebox

We talked a lot and laughed too

Saw the world with blinded eyes

Beckoning the stars and the sun

I smiled, I laughed and liked it too

We talked about this and that

About everything and nothing

Soon the coffee did get cold

And we left to get some more

On the way we lost our seats

I searched and dragged a stool

Eyes scanning, looked over

I couldn’t ever drag you back

You said the ‘coffee was too cold’

And the ‘ambience was killing you’

And you left with not a word

Burnt my tongue with the scalding broth

It stays that way even now

There is nothing you could do

Neither could I think or do

So I sat and looked around

The jukebox played on noisily

That seat of yours unoccupied

No coffee, no broth nor talk

Just silence and then some more

I often think I’ll leave the shop

Go find mountains to climb

Rivers to swim and paddle along

Find me a cloud to sail away

But the coffee there is so good

Old impulses just make me stay
And listen to oldies and newbies
Just wafting out of the jukebox...

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