Bedlam in a Coffee House
I hear the screams - as
The voices pass through...
Invisible like a terrible torment
Which engulfs each part of me
Echoes shatter every corner
Of this metropolitan meeting place
Where idle chatter turns quickly into...
Whimsical words of hatred and gossip
Of others who aren't present
They sip their coffee -
Like nineteen twenties gentry...in
jeans and tea shirts as fashion garments!
My eardrums are numb with this bedlam
This circus show of mixed up words
I finish my coffee and exit quickly...
Into the doldrums of the High Street
Where faces walk past me like Zombies!
B...
Written 22 March 2008
By B. R. Walker
Copywriter UK
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