Coffee House Blues Breathing fire is a way of life here. Deep conversation flows around Swimming in the music. Lacking chemistry to bond, Beautiful people are here, not noticing each other. Violent dreams never to be fulfill surface. Metal tapping through my brain.
Coffee screams with cream tears.
Voices rise and more smoke forms. With no tears outside, but the inside is flooded. No love here, it is far far away. Trying to make a connection.