Coffee stains

yesterdays paper lies dormant,
littered with coffee stains and ink.
all the horses have run their race,
the crosswords still got questions
and the stories are already getting old.

The ashtrays like an overcrowded bus
elbows thrusting as i push another in.
the last tendrils of smoke escaping,
like the cries of passenger getting a little to close.

the fire roars on, trying to fight the cold,
swinging with fists of red and gold
but it's a fight it can't win.
more like a tv show displaying the wonders of fire
just another fixture in the hustle and bustle of an empty room.

the mantle's getting dusty
and the floor's getting dirty.
there's shirts to be ironed
but i don't give a damn.
forever the procrastinator
trying to escape the enevitablility of tomorrow
and forgetting today is today

the old fat cat is mewing to get back inside,
back inside away from the wintery cold.
pacing the sill wanting to escape.
escape the marauding late night truckers
and stray dogs peddling the streets looking for fun.
just looking for some comfort from the big bad world.

the radio plays a wonderful silence,
of songs i don't know and songs i don't know the words to.
just carrying the memory of success
love and loss deep into the night.
just the right theme to a time that has no end,
carrying on untill the final bells call.


lifes made of memories i guess.
some are bitter to taste
like lovers you'd rather not have met
that make life all the sweeter.
some are so sweet to remember
that they bring a tear to your eye,
when you're cold and alone.

the coffee gets colder and the smoke keeps rising.
carpe diem they say, sieze the day.
well these days are putting up a fight
and i've never been one for confrontation.