We met there in the bar
most nights
the same drink
the same table
conversing over troubles
we leaned on each other
in those long nights
This night
I sit and wait
at the same table
with the same drink
you haven’t arrived yet
and I linger for hours
wondering
Nights like this pass
was it something I said
was there someone new
what was keeping you
Then you arrive one night
through the doors
stammering in
lingering around a new table
drinking with someone new
laughing at her jokes
she’s pawing at you
Reviewing the menu
is there a new drink for me
is there another table with better lighting
is there another arm to lean on…
Coffee Shop Sessions 
7 responses to “The Disposables”
Again, I enjoyed this, you have certainly got your own style. Very, very good.
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Thanks, Hannah. 😊
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I think this is one of your best Kim. Transportive and moving.
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Thanks, Tom.
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Audio has been updated to give it that real effect.
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Oh very good, I think I recognise that bar…
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