cyndaroo
03/19/07, 10:59 PM
Top Pot
Coffee shop talks and a late evening rain
Sit silently still at the end of the day,
Sipping loneliness down at this table for four
Tapping keys to the beat of the deafening chords.
Books lining shelves with their stories to tell
The standing tributes to bodies long fallen,
How many times were your stories read
Before you knew where you were going.
Steam wafting high and fading away
Vanishes slowly into weighty memories.
The black & white, framed and slightly askew
A glare keeps it mysteriously out of view.
Faces softly aglow from these empty screens
Seeking life in boxed electricity.
Behind the counter and standing tall
Serving warmth in a cup for the lonely hearts
Knowing liquid requests when we walk through the door
Bringing smiles to faces hardened by the cold
With each body a unique running story line
Reveling tranquilly in mindless musings
Reluctant to leave this sanctuary
Clinging to our minutes of intimacy.
Coffee shop talks and a late evening rain
Sit silently still at the end of the day,
Sipping loneliness down at this table for four
Tapping keys to the beat of the deafening chords.
Books lining shelves with their stories to tell
The standing tributes to bodies long fallen,
How many times were your stories read
Before you knew where you were going.
Steam wafting high and fading away
Vanishes slowly into weighty memories.
The black & white, framed and slightly askew
A glare keeps it mysteriously out of view.
Faces softly aglow from these empty screens
Seeking life in boxed electricity.
Behind the counter and standing tall
Serving warmth in a cup for the lonely hearts
Knowing liquid requests when we walk through the door
Bringing smiles to faces hardened by the cold
With each body a unique running story line
Reveling tranquilly in mindless musings
Reluctant to leave this sanctuary
Clinging to our minutes of intimacy.