I lean back in my chair in the cafe
As I take another pull off my beer.
The sun is departing us for the day,
But I am glad that its warmth is still near.
People come and go on the cobblestones,
Checking off errands and meeting their friends.
I try to distinguish their foreign drones
To see their desires meet the same ends.
I will find the time to order again
Because there is no place I need to be,
For it would surely be a mortal sin
Without another drink in front of me.
It may be Wednesday in the business land,
But I got more important things on hand.
John Collings 