Coffee House Pain

blank eyes on rain drops

hitting sidewalk pools

bouncing off asphalt

blanks eyes on humans entering

exiting

they pay me no mind

the blank eyes

framed in a window

rubber tramps in abandon doorways

cigarette smokers getting their fix

cars illegally parked

sleeping night clubs

young hipsters

old boomers

me somewhere in between

framed in a window pane

watching the rain

but i can't complain

for the rain i have no disdain

dry indoors i am contained

always about my writing campaign

releasing all this coffee house pain