Mattenz

new ways of doing old things

Bars through frosted glass
Faded orange light filtered
In a little bar somewhere in a back alley
Somewhere in the back of your mind
Like you on your first date
Because you haven’t done it for months

Eating flowers for the first time as a child
Staring at the shadows
Talking with friends

Coffee in the car from a café with a foreign name
Because that’s what you do now
A café of your own
With the windows down
The noise of the street wafting in and out of your conversation
Dulled as the baby sleeps

In a god awful banal place
With too many tables and burly waiters who cant carry the coffee
All they can do is pull the pint and evict some person who loves the bar
Watching the old national game which you love none the less
For its artistic beauty
With a few mates
Because one of them will be leaving
But you talk just the same
You cant bring your self to mention the departure

posted by Mattenz @ 1:38 pm