One Night at a Cafe

Here I am writing a poem
It’s this melancholy I feel
Will this ever be gone?
I’m sipping iced tea (at Cafe Bien)
Killing precious time
I wonder - will something good come out of this?
Or will there be  none?

I wallow in my rancor
Thinking about tomorrow
I could look forward then
To either happiness or sorrow.

So many ‘kissing asses' at the office
I feel I’m about to burst
‘Tis good  you’re there, my friend
Walkin’ by  me through the worst.

Whew! It’s supposed to be a senti  moment
But I’m fighting the urge to laugh
Is it the people around me
Or is it me growing mad?

I’m sure my feet are fairly grounded
On this ruddy vinyl floor
I’ve accepted this reality,
And I will master self-control.

You are right for saying some 'lowlifes'
Are just like that
When the 'green-eyed monster' strikes them
It grips them at the heart.

But life’s like playing badminton
You got  to be on guard
You must keep your wits together
And play with no-holds-barred.

It’s no retreat, no surrender
Unless you’ll settle for ‘love’
Love here means zero, non, zilch
But can you live with that?

When you  do know the shots
You got to play your best
It’s pure skill, not sheer luck
That’ll make you pass the test.

I could babble on and on
About the 'Wisps in Fairyland'
I know you’ve some important things to do,
Of course I understand.

Oh swell! I feel better already,
Just munching on a choc’lit  chip –
And just writing on steady.
Just glanced up the clock- oops-it’s getting’ late
‘Guess it’s time
I’d better end this date.

I looked out the door
The night is dark and still
The café servers sat staring,
As if I haven’t paid the bill.

Now my butt feels sore
From sitting too long
I’ve to gather my things now
And start  heading  for home.

Before I do,
I want you to know
That I’m grateful for everything
And that I thank you so.

You’re one of the few friends
who see the real me
Who I can be with
Without pretense, just glee.