Waiting In Blue
I must have written this sometime between 1998 and 2000. At that time I mostly wrote lyrics not poems, hence the chorus.
I am sitting at a table
In a tiny coffee shop,
And I’m drinking up my coffee,
Asking for another cup.
People passing by the window
Quickly, in the rain that falls,
I am waiting here for you,
Staring blankly at the walls.
Three coffees and a piece of pie
I pay the waitress for.
I still don’t want to leave
And, hopeful, watch the door.
My watch is ticking slowly,
Slicing the time for me.
I hate its hasty pace
Towards eternity.
And outside evening falls,
Streetlights begin to glow…
I walk among the shadows,
Alone and feeling low.
The city’s heart is beating,
Nightlife’s a bullet fired.
Young couples pass me by –
I’m old, alone, and tired.
Chorus: Waiting
Endlessly for you…
I’ll be there, you said,
With a smile and winking blue.
But you didn’t come that day,
You never came at all.
Alone I sit and hope
You will come my way.
