Now that your coffee is growing cold :: songs and poetry

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Keep Art Alive :: Art by Kelly Vivanco

The Lament of a Late Night Diner Waitress
(by me)

Next step will be forward,
next time I will stick around,
and I will walk with arms outstretched,
to the sky.

You will see me with the purple boots,
crimped and curled hair,
unruly,
styled by wind and night.

There will be an element,
of crazy,
of passion,
of I think I know her but.

And, you will see me,
with one eye squinted shut,
and your mouth wide and oh’d.

Next time I will leave a number,
next time you will be the one to change your name,
wear the felt hat,
shave your beard into a v,
write poetry on the back of coffee stained napkins.

And hold on to me.



Dear Catastrophe Waitress
:: Belle and Sebastian

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