the girl at the book cafe



the girl at the book cafe,
i’ve seen her,
and when she sits at that table,
i hope she sings,
i want her to sing,
if she sings then she inspires me,
it is open mic tonight,
so she might go on stage,
or maybe,
she is out on the town,
seeking inspiration,
i could walk over and ask her,
talk to her,
if she smiles, i shall smile back,
she could also be boring,
terrible in bed,
far from a muse,
the show has not started,
it shall not start for a while,
i look up and she is looking at me,
she doesnt look away,
holds her stare for a moment,
just long enough,
i walk over to her table …


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