was sitting in the coffee shop,
talked a lot but didn’t say too much.
sat there for many hours,
picking apart all our dreams
and thinking about just what they mean.
Cigarettes in the ashtray,
the sugar sat between us.
There wasn’t much that we could do,
it was 2 a.m.
and there were few
places that we could go
so we sat there,
in that coffee shop
taking sips and sharing thoughts.
Thinking about a time,
back when we were young,
we were sitting in a parking lot,
sharing beers, and singing along
to the soundtrack of our youth.
Not caring about the future
and what it had in store for us.
Just living in the moment,
enjoying everything we had.
We are just sitting in a coffee shop,
old and grey,
most the laughs are gone.
The rain runs down the windows,
the bell rings on the door
and we’re gone.