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*The Coffee Bar Poet (The Tales Of The Wandering Writer)
by Jersey D GibsonLOCATION: A Coffee Bar, 'Innovox'
Sitting down at my favorite table,
with a newspaper in front of me.
Surround by other patrons,
with mugs of hot black coffee.
Slowly sipping my mochacinno,
reading on, about the news.
When, in walked in, a tall black man,
with an accoustic guitar for the blues.
He sat in a particular spot in that bar,
that was lit up with light.
He strummed that guiter, to make sure it was tuned,
then he played with all his might.
He played...
Old man,
look at me, now
am I good enough for you?
Old man,
tell me a tale,
tell me what you think is true.
Old man,
look at my life,
is it good enough for you?
Old man,
look out for me, now,
I've made my share of mistakes.
Old man,
comfort me, now,
I'll do what it takes.
Old man,
look in my eyes,
can you see the pain?
Old man,
look at my hands,
can you tell me what I've gained?
That man, he stood up,
and he grabbed his guitar.
He bowed his he only one time,
then he left the coffee bar.
I walked out, finishing my drink,
and I walked outside.
I saw him, I thought he was sleeping,
but what he did was cried.
07/01/2002 Posted on 07/01/2002
Copyright © 2025 Jersey D Gibson
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