A Vagabonds Dream
I see the table at the cafe.
The food upon it looks so divine.
Should I pull up a chair, would they stare,
As I enjoyed a sip of their wine?
The aroma of mushrooms and steak,
Dance down deep in my throat,
As I sit curled up in a doorway,
Across the street and under a coat.
I watch as others sit in those chairs,
Where I wish I could sit just one time,
And have a morsel of steak and a drink,
But I can't, I don't have a dime!
Copyright © Virginia Gelok | Year Posted 2021
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