The Man In the Trilby
On a cold winter night it's so good to stay
In the stark neon warmth of an all night cafe
For there is nothing to go home to tonight.
Alone with his thoughts he sips his tea,
Wipes condensation from the window in order to see
As he peers out into the night.
Under the street lamp a man in a trilby
Lights a cigarette and looks as though he will be
In for a long cold night.
Fighting the wind, his newspaper unfurls
And he pretends not to watch the girl with the curls
As she prepares for the night.
But catching his eye,she moves over to him
She is not very old and fairly slim
And together they go off in the night.
In the warmth of the diner, out of the cold
He watches this Hopperesque drama unfold.
And he feels so alone tonight
Copyright © Terry Clothier | Year Posted 2013
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