Blues Cafe On Main
blues café on main
they sat looking down at their plates
contemplating long and lonely fates,
“I miss mine, bet you miss yorn.”
two old men
shabbily shorn
smelling of age and neglect
torn
between crumbs of toast and bits of bacon.
old hearts aching from missing loves
and saddened by their lives
still mourning the long ago passing of
of old friends and wives.
“mornings are the worst, I guess I just miss her face.”
the same seat each morning at a quickly slowing pace,
they come from old dark unkempt homes.
“not so awful cold out today.”
“cause the winds laid down some.”
“a little more coffee please and I’ll be on my way.”
“some say it might snow.”
“yeah, we could be in for a blow.”
“I still have her clothes and shoes.”
“yeah, me too. don’t know what I’m gonna
do with her stuff.”
“man, it’s rough…it’s just too damned rough.”
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