scratch notes at a café

this time is epic:
the calm before the storm.
it's a hot night in florida
and the moon
is beckoning to me

(i don't feel inspired)

the poet walks the streets
of the night
searching for the answers
in the miniature details,
trying to see beyond everything

at the end of the day,
everyone is gone
and i'm left to my own devices
to resort to coffee
and a pen


Poetry by Thomas Perdue The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-11-16 at 17:06

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Too true and yet you produced this well written account of ennui.


Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
I can relate to that. Good piece.