Table for Two


music floats through the air

from the open window

swirling around in the breeze

climbing lazily toward the stars

on the coattails of cigarette smoke

drifting slowly from the ashtray

on the table


the tune continues to weave

through the leaves of the trees

yet somehow leaves the listener unmoved

leaning back, staring up,

she can almost see the music rise –

she feels its pull but resists

preferring instead to sit there, alone,

at the table


alone at a table for two




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