Social, Ain't I?

Or anti social?

 

I sit at the sidewalk café and

Watch the people

Not much else to do

I see them, but I don’t

They are just silhouettes

Hazy outlines of

Failures

Success

Broken homes

Broken hearts

 

Cars parked in the lot

Birds shitting on our shoulders

We all have some place better to be

But we don’t

 

We just like to think we do

 

Women walk by in their Sunday best

God must be a voyeur by the looks of it

 

It’s noon

 

What you see is what you see

Rarely is it the truth

Just a hasty interpretation

We still curse this heat

And scratch our balls, and

Search for explanations

 

I get up to order another coffee

I don’t go for that fru fru s**t

I like my beer to taste like beer

And my coffee to taste like coffee

And my women to taste like white wine

And one more night