Sean's fantasies, dreams and nightmares
Cody's Mom
That Sunday night
I had to get out.
I was going nuts
just waiting for her call.
I had been thinking of her
more and more,
even though I hadn't
seen her for a few weeks.
She had a hold that
I haven't felt in
quite a long time.
I grabbed "La Luna,"
a pack of lights,
my leather and wallet
and into the night I was lost.
Not knowing how,
I found myself heading north.
Between Sarah's voice
and the Angel on my mind,
I was in my own world.
The road was wet
from the Day's rain,
but that November night
was missing it's bitter chill.
There were only a few
others on the roads.
I'm guessing heading home
from a family dinner or
weekend journey.
Funny isn't it,
all these people trying
with all they can
to get home,
and me trying
with all I can to
get away from the same place.
As night grew longer
and darker,
Sarah beautifully
explained my feelings to me.
While the Angel danced
in my mind.
I could hear her laugh
behind the music.
Feel her touch
through my jacket.
Her soft hands
on my chest.
I could taste her lips
and smell the intoxicating
aroma of her hair.
With these amazing thoughts
filling my mind,
and Sarah asking me
for the second time
on my trip,
if I was going to
Scarborough Fair,
I entered the town of
Easton.
A working class town,
with blue collar people
living in blue-collar homes.
Although nobody was out,
I just had a sense
the people of Easton
worked too hard for
too little pay.
They were all inside,
in front of their
electronic storytellers.
But they were happy,
or at the very least
content.
I turned down
a side road.
Past the factories,
warehouses and
office buildings.
There was a small place
with a small sign.
The simple word on
the sign had a
Shakespearean power
about it.
Or maybe I just
needed a break.
I parked under the
sign that only said
Coffee.
With the turn of
the key, I cut Sarah
off in mid aria.
Stepped into the night
and let the crisp air
replace the smoke
in my lungs.
Inside the sweet smell
of donuts and coffee
filled the place.
I was alone so
I had my choice of
places to sit.
I picked the last stool
at the counter.
I think just because
I would be left alone,
That is if anyone else
even came in after me.
As I lit a smoke
the door to the kitchen
swung open.
Her hair was pulled back
in a tail but a few strands
hung down the side
of her face.
Her dark eyes were tired
yet when she smiled
they were calming and
soothing.
As she washed her hands
she asked if I wanted
a cup of coffee.
Asked about cream
and sugar, without
turning to me.
Black and strong,
that's how I drink mine.
For some reason though,
that night I took it light.
"Donut?" she asked
and I just shook my head.
After a quick look around,
I head myself utter the words,
"Quiet tonight.".
"Yes, but that's how
I like it", she said.
"The only time I
get any peace" she said
with a smile.
I thought to myself,
"Quiet gives me
anything but peace
these day's".
After just a few minutes
of chatter, I learned that
my hostess had two small
children and her husband
worked for the local
electric company.
She had to take this job
to afford the second child,
whose name was Cody.
They all lived in a small
one bedroom place and
deprived themselves
of extras we may
take for granted.
All the while, listening
to her story, I finished
another cup.
And through her tales
of struggles, she never
once looked sad or
sounded sorry about
her choices.
It was inspiring to watch
her face light up as she
spoke of her young family.
With excitement, she told
of the house they were saving
to buy.
She doesn't know
where it will be, but
she knows the bathroom
will be peach, the kitchen
large and the children's
rooms will look like
Disney.
When a lull struck
the conversation,
I felt it was time I
headed home.
"It was very nice
talking with you"
I said, and gave her
A dollar fifty for the
coffee.
"Good luck and I hope
you find your home
soon." With that I laid
a five dollar bill on the
counter and walked out.
As I got back in my car
I lit a smoke and headed off.
The road was open,
just for me.
And I noticed Sarah's
voice through the speakers,
but on the return trip,
she didn't sound as sad.
I had to get out.
I was going nuts
just waiting for her call.
I had been thinking of her
more and more,
even though I hadn't
seen her for a few weeks.
She had a hold that
I haven't felt in
quite a long time.
I grabbed "La Luna,"
a pack of lights,
my leather and wallet
and into the night I was lost.
Not knowing how,
I found myself heading north.
Between Sarah's voice
and the Angel on my mind,
I was in my own world.
The road was wet
from the Day's rain,
but that November night
was missing it's bitter chill.
There were only a few
others on the roads.
I'm guessing heading home
from a family dinner or
weekend journey.
Funny isn't it,
all these people trying
with all they can
to get home,
and me trying
with all I can to
get away from the same place.
As night grew longer
and darker,
Sarah beautifully
explained my feelings to me.
While the Angel danced
in my mind.
I could hear her laugh
behind the music.
Feel her touch
through my jacket.
Her soft hands
on my chest.
I could taste her lips
and smell the intoxicating
aroma of her hair.
With these amazing thoughts
filling my mind,
and Sarah asking me
for the second time
on my trip,
if I was going to
Scarborough Fair,
I entered the town of
Easton.
A working class town,
with blue collar people
living in blue-collar homes.
Although nobody was out,
I just had a sense
the people of Easton
worked too hard for
too little pay.
They were all inside,
in front of their
electronic storytellers.
But they were happy,
or at the very least
content.
I turned down
a side road.
Past the factories,
warehouses and
office buildings.
There was a small place
with a small sign.
The simple word on
the sign had a
Shakespearean power
about it.
Or maybe I just
needed a break.
I parked under the
sign that only said
Coffee.
With the turn of
the key, I cut Sarah
off in mid aria.
Stepped into the night
and let the crisp air
replace the smoke
in my lungs.
Inside the sweet smell
of donuts and coffee
filled the place.
I was alone so
I had my choice of
places to sit.
I picked the last stool
at the counter.
I think just because
I would be left alone,
That is if anyone else
even came in after me.
As I lit a smoke
the door to the kitchen
swung open.
Her hair was pulled back
in a tail but a few strands
hung down the side
of her face.
Her dark eyes were tired
yet when she smiled
they were calming and
soothing.
As she washed her hands
she asked if I wanted
a cup of coffee.
Asked about cream
and sugar, without
turning to me.
Black and strong,
that's how I drink mine.
For some reason though,
that night I took it light.
"Donut?" she asked
and I just shook my head.
After a quick look around,
I head myself utter the words,
"Quiet tonight.".
"Yes, but that's how
I like it", she said.
"The only time I
get any peace" she said
with a smile.
I thought to myself,
"Quiet gives me
anything but peace
these day's".
After just a few minutes
of chatter, I learned that
my hostess had two small
children and her husband
worked for the local
electric company.
She had to take this job
to afford the second child,
whose name was Cody.
They all lived in a small
one bedroom place and
deprived themselves
of extras we may
take for granted.
All the while, listening
to her story, I finished
another cup.
And through her tales
of struggles, she never
once looked sad or
sounded sorry about
her choices.
It was inspiring to watch
her face light up as she
spoke of her young family.
With excitement, she told
of the house they were saving
to buy.
She doesn't know
where it will be, but
she knows the bathroom
will be peach, the kitchen
large and the children's
rooms will look like
Disney.
When a lull struck
the conversation,
I felt it was time I
headed home.
"It was very nice
talking with you"
I said, and gave her
A dollar fifty for the
coffee.
"Good luck and I hope
you find your home
soon." With that I laid
a five dollar bill on the
counter and walked out.
As I got back in my car
I lit a smoke and headed off.
The road was open,
just for me.
And I noticed Sarah's
voice through the speakers,
but on the return trip,
she didn't sound as sad.
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