She looked at me through humidity,
Of this coffee shop,
Outside
August rains poured down the drains,
To jazz strains, easily
making the steamy room,
more intimate,
playing in the background,
while my mind skipped to others places,
while my eyes stared at her lips,
they moved and said, I am sure they said "I love you"
"Pardon"
As I fell lightly from my reverie,
She said, "I said, "dollar forty two," your a little short, your card is empty",
Like my cup, like my hopes,
feeling in my pockets for change and a change of luck,
Finding one but not the other,
Just then the sun broke open the cloudy sky,
That is why I don't ever want to leave this coffee shop.


©DWE082013



" I don't ever want to leave this coffee shop"

Song -Shape of Love
Artist - Passenger