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.”