They're Not Going Nowhere

Stage like curtains expose
red sea parting.

Either side of makeup blushed cheeks,
your eyes are set like marbles into concrete.

They’re not going nowhere,
nor are you, as you have half
a coffee to drink not gulp.

Pretty words over ugly conversation
find their way over the coffee shop hum.

Laptop pack up,

leave the napkin,

head for the exit, 

wrap your scarf around your skin.