complete strangers
speak with him
on a regular
basis making
them strangers
no longer not
quite friends
not enough time
for all
the strangers
he will admit
welcomes the “hey
how are ya?”
and he has a
few of his own
one particular
strange
no sits across
the room
in a booth all
alone
he’s at the
table in the corner
coffee pen and
smoke
stares over the
diet cokes
and two
occupied tables
first
conversation welcomes
and then it becomes two
then too much
everyone
in the room one conversation
from corner to
corner
nothing wrong
with this
we are all in
need of a little
human contact—the
conversation kind…
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