People Watcher

Observational with a touch of street.

I smoke my cocktails down

I move my brain into the sound

For breakfast I eat some words

Separating loud voices in herds

I only drink coffee black there

No food meets this greedy gut

Thinning to the taste of air

The newspapers keep me there

Undoing undone, unfold the fun

Dreaming in empires and guns

Barstools fill with drunken nuns

Train splitters catch my eye

To converse with them I won't try

Breathing the filth from my mouth

With plush real estate and a smile

I watch all these people as they inspire

This country has all God damn day!

Author's Note

I love this one! What do you think?