Rainy Tuesday

"Save me," I say. No one hears.
The one who might have isn't often
Near these days, and, anyway, she's
Many other things to do. Chief
Among them may be keeping sane
By steering clear of me. The cafe's
Window's dotted: rain. The street
Beyond is clogged with cars, all
Inhabited by those who've figured
Out where they should go. I
Haven't, so I loiter here and let
The waitress bring me coffee,
Watch the cars and grubby
Clouds, and try, from time to
Time, to wonder why no one
Has come save me, how she
Learned so quickly that she
Shouldn't take the job.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-11-17 at 19:40

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