Old Man In A Coffee Shop

It is inevitable that the years Should compound upon us all But it is with such suddenness today I discovered myself collecting Winters like heirlooms Dealing in nostalgia the way tweed coated Professors deal in antiquities Shuffling about my little corner apartment Taking stock Offering unsolicited advice Lovingly touching the forgotten Relics of my recollection As I wander from room to room In this blind, aging mind of mine I now wear wisdom like an old fedora Survey these cityscapes So increasingly exotic and unfamiliar For any chance at all, to unearth All the treasures of my past Dusting off long buried kisses Resurrecting forgotten friendships And shards of shattered dreams Like old broken pottery Hidden somewhere beneath This bustling alien culture That has overgrown The ruins of my youth

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Music: "Then I'll Be Tired Of You" COLEMAN HAWKINS