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
left thoughts of you and this sad fable
moving on to something more stable
just as quickly as I'm able
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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