Songs of Praise From a Cafe

[Delta40]

Oops! Pardon me.
Gotta ask yourself the question
Is it better in than out?
Look who's alone now
With a back copy of Cumbria Life.
It's not me.
A doorbell rings.
I will find my own way home.
Teaspoons clatter
Amidst the chatter.
In the darkness, when you find this,
I'll be out of reach.
Chopped onions permeate the air.
Just because your eyes are open
Doesnt mean you can see.
The waitress wails her hours are too long.
I love my hands around your neck.
Jumble Sale next Sunday.
Any donations welcome.
Give me all of your tomorrows.
One lump or two?
My tapestry's unravelling.
Uneaten sticky date pudding.
I turn my collar to the cold and damp.
Dead sheep in a paddock.

[virtuoso]

Ah, fulminations from a lonely diner! Should "Its not me" come after "A doorbell rings?" I would love to see you develop the other end a bit more. What is the significant other eating or doing at home? I really enjoyed the pithy humor. This cafe journal note is both whimsical and down to earth. A four star rant for the local pubbers.

[Delta40]

Thanks V. I thought about the drying up effect which is symptomatic of a lot of my writing but I don't mind it here. I think It's not me is fine where it is as it is a denial of circumstance.

[Jerrybaldy]

I think I have made a mistake offering you a place to stay. Blunting my kitchen knives as I write.. brilliant Delta. Enjoyed its darkness

[Delta40]

Thanks Jerry. Lost all my songs off iPod shuffle that day. That's dark...

[Lykren]

Pretty clever! I like it.

[Delta40]

Thanks Lykren