Coffee house consolation
Coffee house consolation, one sip brought elationventi sized sugar-free vanilla latte
psychiatric consultation.
Voices up and down the street
the taqueria their destination
I saw a guy upon a seat a burrito
his salvation
cars speed by they come and go
the Barista walked by and smiled
she walked away slow.
" was she hitting on me?" I thought I wondered as I sat.
I felt a brush upon my leg a familiar alley cat.
His green eyes full of understanding,
His tux a perfect fit.
The corners on his mouth curved up
It told me not to quit.
Maybe I'll call my baby
maybe I'll give her a ring
maybe I'll apologize for every stupid thing.
But, down I put the phone the relentless dial-tone
maybe she won't want to speak
she'd rather be alone.
so another sip i took
To find my consolation
vanilla latte sugar-free
equal consultation
So home I went to write a poem
to sit at home that's not a home
glancing often at my phone
I hope she calls then comes back home.
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