Saturday, February 4, 2012

“In the Troubadour Coffee House” © Mike
Absalom January 12th 2012

In the Troubadour coffee
lady artists
sufficiently decayed to pass
as antiques
discuss opportunities
which they will miss
for safety’s sake
on the water margins
of unwritten books.

Every fifteen minutes
the tables are cleaned and
cleared and polished
so that they may reflect
which are somewhere else,
because it’s too dangerous to
be here.

As for me,
I found myself in tomorrow
It’s easy to lose thirty or
forty years in small change.
It’s only small change after
all is said and done.
Until the bill arrives. After
all is said and done.

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