By Angel  no1halo@yahoo.com
Date: 20 July 1999

Hard Times

They were hard times at this 'Hard Rock Cafe',
rationing times, "The boon age is gone" times
So, I really mouthed the words to that last spin
on the juke box (hearing some of the words for
the very first time) and I recycled the grounds
to brew one last pot...for you (running it thru
twice to get the color, if not the taste, of that
familiar, warm, comforting brew). I offered TWO
lumps of sugar and a knowing stare as I poured
into your broken cup...One glimpse of your eyes
told me you weren't even there to see me spill.

Angel 7/20/99