New Poem

I wrote this during church today. It's very inspired by Tom's Diner (by Suzanne Vega). Creepily inspired, in fact I think it fits the tune and beat sort of. It also takes place in a shop and has do to with coffee... It's really just an extension of the song (again sort of). It's a play on observation and stream of consciousness. I normally don't do stuff like this (write things that are heavily inspired by something else) but it was stuck in my head so I wrote it down. If you haven't heard the song Tom's Diner I highly suggest you listen to it. it's awesome. ...but read my poem first, the beat isn't exactly the same as the song. I might keep adding to it... Oh, and it doesn't have a title.


Order coffee from a waiter
in the shop around the corner.
He pens the words I tell him;
when he leaves I scratch my chin.

There's a couple right across me
making love throughout their breakfast.
While their eyes tell me the story
they are fighting with their mouths.

Eight o' two my waiter comes back,
sets the coffee right before me.
He smile, I ask for sugar
and he steals it from a booth.

There's a man who just entered.
I am staring, does he see me?
Yes he does, he meets my eyes,
my cheeks flush, I drop my spoon.

He walks over always looking,
not at me, the man behind me.
He sits down and takes his small hand,
I turn my head back as they kiss.

There's a lady in a big hat
sitting at the silver counter,
drinking water, wearing lace gloves;
she leaves lipstick on the glass.

A man's preaching on the corner
of a god I've never heard of.
People pass him without glancing,
and my coffee's getting cold.



so that's it. there's another stanza I wrote but I don't like it that much. I'll include it down here. I think it kind of ruin the poem:

Do they realize that I'm writing
all the things I see them about them?
I move on, never caring,
knowing nothing of their lives.