An old one: "Coffee on the Curb"

Posted by Dale Wilsey Jr. | Posted in , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 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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