Legend

something about lonely that inspires the poet

Like that lonely cup of coffee

sitting in the back booth

the dusty tables

as your name flies by

reveals the truth

 

you are still in my mouth

like melted toffee

and all the second cups

will never satisfy

or even fill me up

 

the scrape of tomorrow

like shoes scratch the floor

warns the diner’s closing

and the only waiter

is at the door

 

so I pack your legend

to save it from the grime

putting careful edging

against passing time

leaving the waiter his dime

 

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I loved it brings back memories