Coffee Shop of Dreams
I was looking around as the sun lite the dark green counters.
I didn't react as customers walked in, all dressed like pieces, to whom they accompanied.
Their eyes focused, hands tensed, as if they were about to play a game.
A game to be lost.
They aren't as cheerful, their minds seating with the cold tiles.
All the words kind of slur,
the letters falling silently,
the sounds cutting me.
I can't remember how long I had been lying in here,
My mind had gone blank and they had passed.
"What would you like?"
I say slowly as the room shakes, bit by bit, it all crumbles.
The clatter begins again as the whole floor quakes...
There's a storm in my peaceful coffee shop and I can't make it stop...
They brought it here, they will not behave.
"Would you help me clean the mess that I can't contain?"
"... ... ... "