The Unfairness Of Angels

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 Black Coffee
The aroma of roses and lavender comes over me
Whilst she pours me a strong black coffee
In the top right hand corner the news is on the TV
As I sit in this small road side diner in Mississippi
I smile and thank the waitress
I always liked that uniform, especially the pink dress
I put 3 sugars in and stir
‘You're sweet enough' I hear her purr
Always makes me laugh that statement
The news on the TV breaks to an advertisement
The sound of the police sirens flash by
‘Sweet' I think. What a lie
The diner is busy for a midday Tuesday
I sip my black coffee and drift away
Thoughts of the struggle, the pleas, the cries
It's always the same when someone dies
I peer up and look at the TV
Laugh to myself, ‘terrible likeness to me'
The caption at the bottom of the screen
Tells of a body found in the stream
‘Police are looking for this man' they say
I laugh again ‘the pic is nothing like me in anyway'
Good coffee though, must come here again more often
‘More coffee' the waitress says, softly spoken
I smile, she smiles back
I always like my coffee black.



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