Coffeeshop Blues

 

The old people in the corner

Doesn't have anything to say,

All the words already spoken,

Only their lives left to lay.

 

While the young people chat

And the waiters bustle,

Around them it's deals,

Check-ins and hustle.

 

The memories of other days,

A different time and place,

They can't look at each other,

Too many years to face.

 

Around them the people stream,

Too busy to sit and dream.

 

 

copyright JD Marx 2012