Heartbreak Cafe

sitting here at the Heartbreak Cafe outside the sky is dark and grey hot, black coffee on a rainy day acrid taste disguised by the bouquet looking at this lonely crowd early morning while it pours down on every face a deep lined frown clinking spoons the only sound not the first time I've been here the Heartbreak Cafe dark, austere a dismal place I don't hold dear doesn't help my thoughts to clear pay the bill left at this table leaving thoughts of you and this sad fable moving on to someone more stable just as quickly as I'm able