poem 300 of a poem a day for 2012

the diner is open all night

I order a coffee and

I take a sip

and look around

catching your way

as I say

did I see

you before

in that kept black

of the inside of

my sack clothed dreams

perhaps it’s just

the way you smell

of dinner being made

or seem to smile

with a certain sweetness

that says go ahead

and eat dessert first

for I am sure that hunger

you have is one of

those lasting

bleedings

EJR ©