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Ballerinas Over Coffee

Two guys
Who look like
They eat corporate
Work at daytime
Wearing polos and
Oxfords
Sit and talk
Over coffee
In English.
From a distance
They are ballerinas
Dancing on a table
With pretty pirouettes.

Coffeeshop

In a coffeeshop
People wear bright smiles
Talk about happy
Living room stories
Like there is no laundry
Waiting at home
Or trash that needs
Disposing
Or a hungry dog
To feed
Or scarred hearts
Wearing band aids.
In a coffeeshop
Strangers share wifi
But never connect.
They throw glances
That bounce on walls
While samba rages on
In their heads
Like it’s their favorite
Music.
People escape
To forget the bleakness
Of their own lives.
In a coffeeshop.

I sit on chair that
I stole and at the back
Of my head i console
Myself that no one
Owns a chair left in
Destitute along
A lonely hallway.
Or wanted to own it
At all.
You sit on the bed
Calculating my thoughts
As the noise
In our thoughts slowly drowns
Out the noise of the television.
I would have wanted to
Show you a piece of
My day in a coffee shop
And impress you with
Thoughts that the money
You lent arent all spent
on coffee.
It was a book’s fare
To memory.
But you have other plans.
You wanted beer over coffee.
Loud music over the chatter
In a small corner in
A coffee shop.
A friend over me.
I gave up in my thoughts
And said ‘it’s ok, why
Arent you dressed up yet?’
It was a war of conscience.
of guilt.
I cling on to my book.
Words pass in my view
But they are all air.
Until silence befalls me.
That kind of silence that
Breaks the ice.
The ‘i-dont-wanna-talk-right-now-im-busy kind of silence.
And now you’re thinking
i feel bad or
Something.
And now you have the reason to
Go out. A pretty good excuse.
You impress upon me
That you need air.
The smoke from my cigarettes
Is suffocating you.
You dress up as I
Stare at the blankness
Of a book and listen
To music from an
Ipod that i didnt push play.
The door closes behind you
Leaving a scent of your perfume.
And all
I wanted was a cup
Of coffee.
With you.