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