cafe

girl walks in, black dress.
i look up,
then down.
waitress springs past.
old italians babble.
fat arses sway.
old bags chinwag.
espresso machine squeals.
santana wails.
yuppie furniture.
halogen down lights.
see old teacher.
avert gaze.
tasty mushroom.
i scribble.
$17.

— HDGoodman, Jul 12, 2007

Critiques

weirdelf

18 years 11 months ago

those first 3 lines are so true

no matter how politically correct we are. the rest is very real, but how interesting? cheers, Jess

Conect11

18 years 10 months ago

do tell

what the mushroom consisted of. Your entire work here is tasty, down to black dress. I've got amber lighting in my mind, and you put it there. Now I am sooooo reminiscing about some lovely cafes I wish I was at right now, especially one on the North side of Boston, a lovely town. You took me back there with this little poem, f*cking awesome! Mark W.

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