These poems are for Kush

Again in a cafe

Again in a cafe

but this time it is bad

my shorts barely protect me

from the air conditioning turned cold

the music is totally inappropriate

a couple is arguing in a voice

that is louder than they think it is

there are no interesting people

and the waiters have long

ignored me like the humanity outside

now a grinder grinds coffee

with a whine but no fresh smell

it has been a bad day

but not bad enough that

I could be pushed to write better

so I call for the cheque

pay my bill

and wrap my computer

to type again another day

 

 

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