Coffee House Rendezvous

2017-09-05 09.43.43

Late middle age agitation,
beige colour-washed in clothing and mind,
early morn coffee,
ciggie seated,
eyes wandering,
recapturing youth tho’ wrinkled and pilled up,
vacant hopes as damp as the drizzle falling around the wet washed smoking zone,
outcast and outdated,
out of step with youth fast passing whose screens quick-flick with lives sped read by,
their days long spread ahead,
minutes like hours slow passing,
mealtimes the office bells of a life rapid passing slow to a rolating highway to a homeless Home,

offspring long gone to hours wage-tied,
lives child-chained,
TV schedules their timetabled replacement for school routines
secret revisited in daydreams
of a future once more glittering in hopes,

elders sit grouped in playground reminiscence,
roles replayed,
carrier bags and walking sticks,
not satchels and cricket bats,
talks of prescriptions and missed appointments,
of customer service and missing buses,
not gossip of TV heroes, friendship breakups,
the sweetest tasting sweets and sticker swapping successes,
cold dregs now swished,
stubbed stubs ground,
they depart all ways west to window shop and bus stop dawdle,
till the hissing coffee machine recalls them,
the next nameless day.

 

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