Two quarters, a pencil, and a notepad

A Poem by Jon Roggie

Not sure if fifty cents will pay for a call.

Time moves along.

Tablet before you in a cafe,

vacant stare.

Moments mirrored,

method moved along.

Still unable to reach out.

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Added on November 25, 2017
Last Updated on November 25, 2017

I tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..

Been a stretch