Coffee in the City

Thinking about you, that first girl in my room.

One more cup of joe.

That kid who once pulled me into a diner,

said cream and sugar was the way to go.

Where is he now?

Those city streets stood out in bold detail, filthy at times,

So happy to see the world anew, cold-hearted and blue.

And I’ll turn 45 one day and still be fine.

That day has come.

 

I never thought time could grapple thoughts in my brain.

And I felt sane. Watching men die of AIDS.

Still feeling the weight.

I was just a kid, what did I know?

Not everyone can be saved.

 

Adult bookstores for days, farmers markets, long afternoons taking it all in.

Woke my roommates early, sugar and cream, on Walnut street.

Shared cigarettes, quieted hangovers. Stories of loose women under the sheets.

One more pot, brewing hot.

Distant memories are all I’ve got.

3 comments on “Coffee in the City

  1. lou rasmus says:

    wow. nice poem. nostalgia is funny the way it makes us think the best is behind us

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