Lost In An Old Diner...
sad wallpaper and cigarette buts
a man smoking over a coffee cup
with an old stare at a new face
where all society loses their place
the photos hang crooked on the wall
with the waitress answering a telephone call
a seat for two waiting to be filled
and rain bouncing off the window sill
a haze rising from the man’s lips
while the other one looks away and sips
familiar people in a strange setting
with a few remembering but most forgetting
about the lives they lead each day
with a lot to do and little to say
I drink my coke and eat my food
but who am I to capture this mood
I want to hold onto the images I see
like the winking eye and crooked teeth
but I can only write it all down
as I saunter from town to town
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