Evening Coffee

The air heavy
Strangled by words
Bloated with conversations
Up-turned cups
Tired from giving pleasure
The sultry smoky tones of songs
A woman looking for love
In love or out of love
Swirl around the sound
Of hissing steam
The newspaper, limp
From too much turning
Lies relegated
It’s news old
And out-dated
Arabica dressed in crema
The allure of feverish dreams
Ears listening to idle chatter
Eyes watching
Someone else
The blank stare of appraisal
Bland but too alert
The slight flaring of interest
Imagination, lusting climaxed

Hand reaching for a cigarette

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