Ted’s Cafe

 

There was a street cafe
Of love,
Where once a virgin met
Experienced lover.
Where a husband yearned
For yet another,
Where a fiancé second guessed a marriage.
Where an older man
Ached for a younger lover,
And played juke boxes
Of different songs,
Many times
With coffee cups of different sighs,
And glistening eyes.
All three hearts and minds
mourned in different ways ,
at different times,
the fact that their love
Had died
In that street cafe of love called Ted’s.

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Thinking of You in the Grey Blue

imageTravelling in the grey grey blue,

The light is dark
And
A column of tears is
hanging overhead.
Travelling in the grey, grey blue, just thinking of you
Am I as good as dead?
Traveling on the grey grey blue
The days are passing and there’s nothing new;
No news
No sun, no shine
only grey, grey blue,
I’ve got the grey grey blue
Just thinking
Of you.
You didn’t tell me when
You’re coming back.
You left so matter of fact,
left me half asleep and half awake;
Can’t take this heartache
Got the grey, grey blue,
Just waiting for you.
Wondering if
and when
you’re ever coming back
I got the grey, grey blue just thinking
Of you.
You said you’d never leave,
Said I’d never have to grieve,
But here I am.
You left me In the grey grey blue – promises untrue.
Wondering if and when
you’re coming back
I got the grey grey blue just thinking
Of you.
I’m just travelling through,
That grey, grey blue just
Thinking of you.