Coffee Shop Poet

Posted by Robert Anderson On Tuesday, June 9, 2009 0 comments



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i thought of writing to you today
on the surface of a napkin at the coffee shop
as i got lost in all my thoughts
for all the reason's you hold me together
i held my head inside my hands
then dreamt for awhile as i drifted away
with a cigarette there to calm me
slowly, I thought of the things i could say
but my pen refused to move
and i wondered why, what the hell?!
but things like that may have no reason
so i figured to myself "oh well"
so you see what i'm trying to say
it's the thought that counts and not some stupid poem
but now i wonder what i would've wrote
and what you would never know

Posted by Robert Anderson at Tuesday, June 09, 2009
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