I'm sitting in a coffee shop .
And lonely sounds they never stop .
coughs and laughs muffled up to me .
sitting here with a cup of tea .
Silver spoons falling to the ground .
China plates clinking such a lonely sound .
lonely sounds of a coffee lounge ,
there's no escape it just surrounds ,
pouring inside my ears and head ,
a TV show and things they said .
pull the ring from a can of beer .
Slurping the throat and then its clear .
lonely the word needs to be heard .
nobody hears it running scared .
Nobody feels the pounding heart .
loneliness tears it all apart .
constant chatter is all I hear .
Endless this and that in my ear .
Scrambled noise , but big boys don't fear .
a friendly ghost seems to appear .
I've got to get on out of here .
Lonely sounds in a ghost café,
Its poetry I heard them say .
Shuffle your way up to the mic .
Say whatever it is you like .
Lonely sounds and a mix of muse
Sit down for a while – chill - defuse .
Listen to those who never speak
The tea's not wet - the brew is weak ,
Another poet takes the floor
donations welcome at the door .
for a while as rhyming actors
looking for rich benefactors .
Poetry is a lonely sound .
Its everywhere , spread it around .
By Paul McCann
Originally Posted On Site: 2010-02-01 06:52:19
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