Warm Wet Circles

notebookAnother misplaced rendezvous sits
Alone on a Friday night.
A quiet night, ska plays on speakers,
Smoke breathes from the cigarette,
Java flows past the tongue,
Ink flows from the pen…
As the ash tray fills, the
Coffee cup empties,
As the coffee cup empties,
The page fills.

No surprise, she didn’t show, yet
Disappointment lurks in these
Shifting shadows of solitude,
The candle sits alone as
The hope stays, patience grows under duress,
The night ages,
The shadows flicker…
Deep down, you feel those
Emotions that crawl from under
Another misplaced rendezvous.