CoffeeshopI sit alone in a corner, staring at the wallMy espresso's getting coldBut I don't mind at allAll around me, I see facesSmiles and tears and frownsThis one here got promoted,That one's feeling down And the years go by, like they always do Time will wait for none Tell me, will any of this matter When the day is done? The skinny boy behind the counterIs dreaming of his home;Does his mommy ever miss him?Is she still alone?The door opens and Sammy walks inSuch a pretty girlWhite cane tapping on the linoleumIs how she sees the world And the years go by, like they always do Time will wait for none Tell me, will any of this matter When the day is done? Everybody's got an issueHopes and dreams and fearsNo one's waiting with the KleenexTo wipe away the
The QuestionI watch you watching me,I see the question rise, only to die.I almost thought Id imagined it in your eye.Why are you suddenly running from me?Yesterday you seemed so carefreeToday youre suddenly shy,Trying vainly to hide behind a lie.Whats on your mind that you cant tell even me?Your sudden strangeness only attracts attention,Now the tongues are busy wagging away,As a friend who cares, I thought Id mentionThe look in your eyes gives you away.Ive had as much as Ill take of this tensionSo you better tell me what you want to say.
With apologies to Mr EliotEvening descends on the cityWith a bustle on road and alleyway.Seven o'clock.The shopping malls decide to call it a day.Business ends with a clang of the shutters"Before the Boys in Black arrive,' someone muttersNearby, a gaping hole is a starkReminder of what a bulldozer can wreakOnce a bookstore, now the windows are darkAnd the shelves are gone, but I've heard them speakOf how nice it is to have a place to park.The streets are no more cluttered with flashy carsNow that the owners are behind the bars.