Home thoughts from a coffee house

Early morn in a coffee house, watching the passers-by, a few thoughts quick assembled into poems…

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Lives criss-crossing,
dreams and hopes interwoven with shopping,
and appointments,
and moneyless window-gazing,
downcast eyes of the unconfident,
Heaven-stared looks of the life-shallow affirmed,
all wondering if today is the day,
the day they meet the one,
the day their numbers roll up,
the day life marks them special,
the day their life explode sense,
the day the gods reveal themselves.

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Turret grill can just be seen through the window.

The turret grill,
bun entombed,
condiment enfenced,
one windowed world view,
no contact ‘cept ordered mugs and baps,
poster barred and sold down-rivered for £3.95,
a life sandwiched twixt greeting and farewell,
smile-filled thin and quick spread,
long moments solitary,
fiddle-filled,
eye stared at lives passing imagined fulfilled and full,
new order disrupting daydreamer errors,
how many years butter-spread ahead.

 

 

 

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