Blues Of A Café

The filled tables and hot coffees,

People in red, lying lips, dreamy eyes.

The blue tee and the strawberry milkshake

Tight lips, beaming eyes

No football fanatic, where art thou, my muse?

No smile that shines from the corner of eyes.

Ain't waiting for the future

Ain't holding on to the past

Now is all I have

But also dreams and memories.