Coffee Shop

Bustling people and clinking forks A crowded maze of tables and chairs The soft conversations meant to be secret Rise to a horrible din of mingling words and phrases The smell of stale coffee beans and perfume Caress my nose with a familiar touch The morning shines outside the huge windows Burning brightly, it washes out the crowd People become shadows in the insane light The breaking dawn ruins their features I set alone in this madness of Sun-fire My senses raped by terrible sights and sound They fuel my desire to be ... The smell of unwashed skin and vodka Drifts in on a fugitive breeze The rattle of a beggar's cup points to its source Its owner's suffering passes silently amongst the crowd An old man sits with his paper in hand A daytime hooker enjoys her hazelnut creamer A well-dressed woman curses her cellphone and spills her latte A child grips her legs and she curses him as well In a dream Sepia tones and friendly faces In a nightmare Shadow beasts and hungry eyes They fuel my desire to be ... My pen begins to glide along the rough paper A few words, hard pressed, appear like forgotten children Suddenly their voices are not so loud My eyes begin to focus only on the paper A beautiful thing begins to form An ornament to the chaos around me I find a wonderful peace And the words flow gently and with ease The shadow beings float around me Trying to disturb my bubble of genesis There sounds cannot stop me, I do not fear them These hateful beasts are helping me so They fuel my desire to be ...