Your brown candy side part pulls at my edges
Leaving my manicured innocence clenching;
Reasonable drip sensing dilated pupils.
Pull into my senses you heart beating faster
Music rolls onward like wheels on the road
And I watch you, young brazen child,
Waiting for a spill on isle two
My tall, naked, and empty cup sits lonely
Please push your digital devices
A little closer to the edge
I’d like to have more space please
Tables always wobbly, clean, but wobbly and full
Cold patrons wander in stomping off the dew drops
I observe the wind blowing the black and white parquet awning
Where I unplug and vacate my window seat