AT THE COFFEE SHOP

AT THE COFFE SHOP
the pretty girls sit together at tables
and talk about things
that mean nothing to me
things that mean nothing at all
but things which must be spoken of
complained about
rehashed and dissected
or maybe even celebrated.
at the coffee shop
the pretty girls sit together at tables
they sip their drinks
their coffee or their tea
or their double mocha blancas
and they look so good
so goddamn good
to me
and to all the other lonely assholes
who sit at their own tables
nursing free refills
and trying not to stare.
at the coffee shop
I sit at my table and hold onto life
and hope that someday
one of those pretty girls sitting there
one of those pretty girls who look so good
so goddamn good
to me
will be sitting at my table
talking about things that mean nothing to me
things that mean nothing at all
but talking about these things to me