coffee
drips
down my throat
i miss
the conversations
that i used to have
with those
who i would sit
in coffee houses
for hours
discussing
dreams
visions
the quest of music
i look across the table
at a dark boy
so how did you get into
music
he laughed
because i asked him
this months ago
he told me the story
coffee
drips
unexpected
down
my throat
driven
from the middle of
nowhere to
new york city
to chase after my dreams
to chase away my demons
i wander these lonely streets
drinking coffee
and i think
of all the conversations
i had over
coffee with
you and all
the others
who loved me
who i love
strange love is
love and coffee
go together
i am addicted to
both
i live for both
i die without
either
i sit
in a loft
i stare
at concrete
buildings
at birds
a far cry from the
empty nothingness
woods
of Georgia where
i was a freak
who had a dream
who drank too much coffee
and didn't like ice cream
the boys chased me
i ran
from all the boys
in georgia
i ran as they would grab my skirt
try to see my under pants
no i don't want to share with you
i don't like your loud cars
i don't like beer
and i don't like the way
you talk to me
i ran away and i found
the girls
who were soft
warm
and didn't
try to
put strange things
in my face
i met a girl
in a strip joint
who taught
me how
to dance
and not
to lie
how to say
no and say good-bye
then she and
i fell away
over some boy
who tore us apart
i had a broken heart
so i moved to
a high place
found some gay boys
to keep me company
we lived happy
like some strange
made up family
only i was the father
and they were the mothers
the children were
invisible
then they moved
away
and i moved to another
place
alone
a hunted
building
a coffee shop was downstairs
my friends all
moved to the coffee shop
we took over the area
i made art
and music
and traveled
and flew to new york
city
and back
and forth
from new york
to atlanta
to la
in circles
in squares
then i found
a girl
one night
who looked me in the eye
another one
then i had a dream
of us
flying around the world
and we did
from la to ny
to miami
to chicago
in circles
then we moved in
we lived
side by side
for a long time
then i realized
and so did she
we weren't lesbians
so we moved to new york
she and i
then
she went one
way i went the other
then she fell in love
and so did i
with men
who fly around
the world
like we do
who are deep
who drink too much sometimes
like us
who like coffee
and loud music
and dancing
and yes
back to coffee
she and i
have coffee
now
years
later
we remember
the days
when we felt
we were dying
just trying
to stay alive
coffee
again with him
trying to explain
that she and i
are nothing more
than friends
who love each other
she has
the same conversation
i wish the men would only realize
that she and i
never fell in love
no man ever lasted more than 6
months with us
because
we don't need men
we don't need anyone
and we loved each other
because
we didnt use each other
we didn't need each other
we wanted to be with each other
and because we knew
we didn't need
no man could stick around
even if he was begging
cause
if they didn't get our heart
we would stay
we would move on
cause we chose not
to waste our lives
playing games
i wish the men
would get that
me and her sit
over coffee
and talk of the men
we love
so where is he
she asks
he is out there
doing his thing
she smiles
he is like you
needs lots of space sometimes
yeah that's how it seems
but it is good
cause it allows me
to grow
but i miss him
how is yours
he is away
you miss him too
so we sit and smile
so if they never come back
we knew we had love
at least once
she laughs
i laugh
over coffee
did you ever think
it would come to this
here we are
two little
underworld stars
drinking coffee
in bars
in new york city
remember when
and then
i am here
back in reality
yes
back to work
and another cup of coffee