Outside the inner-city cafe
He sits alone at his favourite table
With cigarette in hand, he's happy and content
Exhaled smoke dispersed into
A Spring evening.
Another thought arises as he ponders
Over his past, present, future,
As he patiently waits for his lukewarm
Cup of (three dollar
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Living in his past remembering old times and wishing it would get better. Reminds me of an old saying,if you have one foot in yesterday, one foot in tomorrow then you will shit on today.
matt
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