An old one: "Coffee on the Curb"
Posted by Unknown | Posted in broke , coffee , coffee on the curb , curb , dale wilsey jr , dancing , doughnuts , hours , love , money , poem , poetry , walking , woman , women , writing | Posted on Friday, March 23, 2012
Coffee
on the curb
Late morning.
Early morning?
Not sure which.
No track of time on
unemployed
non-schedules.
The only concept of
passing hours sat
between
light and dark.
I'd been with
dancing
women.
A few beautiful.
A few bodies
I'd have gladly
loved.
One I had.
Now this.
Walking home.
4 a.m.
6 miles to climb
out
the bottle.
Alone.
No woman.
No god-damned
goodnight
kiss.
An open gas station.
The only stroke of
luck tonight.
I'd wanted
another.
Here I sit.
Two doughnuts.
Lousy coffee.
Cost me half of
what I had left.
Broke.
Alone.
Sipping coffee.
Endless
miles to
go.
~Dale Wilsey Jr.
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