Letra de Coffe

Walking down a dirty side walk An arms length from traffic An old man pushes a cart Full of aluminum cans and shit Strolling past him not glancing back I turn into norm's coffee shop Two large coffees please Black To go of course Leave a nice tip This is not a poem The boredom of murder over and over Like childhood dreams and stories Like promises of futurse The conversation ndrifts Into cracks we start The walls are colorstained motel rooms He adds another bullet and drives away We turn the channel Goodnight Look at all the little children Dancing withoutt clouded vision Happy just to run around Not thinking of the world around them This is not a poem