sorry to inform you that it’s not always about you / nobody cares jack
you dropped your latte / a tragic waste of six bucks; most unfortunate
why worry about it; it’s just a life and death situation, nothing more than that
the mood was perfect for a romantic getaway to the seashore
I see a portuguese man of war but I have forgotten my portuguese;
what language do the sharks speak?
the waves come and go like the proverbial transient
the hours pass like the sun across the blue and white checkered sky
drinking cold on-taps and the muzak is playing ‘The Girl From Ipanema’
go to the wobbly corner table in the cafe
meet up with some friends
where we talk about dreams and plan our schemes
we’ll still be here years from now doing the same
stare into cups of coffee for some kind of divination
the coffee has no answers
no spring in his step but it’s is only natural / age will slow one’s pace
what’s going on? same ol same ol he says
he’s seen a lot of same ol I sense
a change would do him good but where is this change?
it’s not in the restaurant or the pool hall or in the 7-11
can’t be found uptown, downtown, or in a bowling alley crowd
waiting for the ship to come in, adrift among the seas
