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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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