"Coffee House Blues"

Rooted, strapted dead, and still,

My eyes are devoted, to the coffe spill.

I see life, love and death stained of the floor,

A sudden event, that in my mind opens a door. 

A river will always have a end like it has a begining,

It's the ones that cling on to the rocks, that gives it it's meaning.

Love can be dark and it can be bitter,

but unconditional love can't get any sweeter. 

Two streams run from the cup and eventually join in the seams,

It's so accidental, and yet it seems so full of gleams.

The waitress approaches, wipes away my imagination,

Smiles and offers to refill my illumination. 

With my eyes still atached to the realization,

Like a nations eyes before their invation.

I blink and say, I'd perfer a cup of tea, without hesitation.