Poets

In a coffee shop landlocked poets of the

World alone in a corner a handsome young

Girl watches closely the years in our eyes as

Winter sets in submerged in disguise.

Don't put us in categories

We don't belong in them

All that i know is all that i see.

I see highways, buildings all in a line

Drawn like a poet to a bottle of wine.

I see you you're alive i've known things that

Have died in which only a memory keeps

Them alive.

As we shout into laughter, evening is near all

That's unknown is all that we fear.

He lives by his words a poet i can tell

Cigarettes and whiskey remind him as well

Alone in a corner a handsome young girl

Looks in his eyes and sees the whole world.