KILLING TIME
I pass them on the patio
Of the corner coffeehouse
The same faces every day
Watching as the world
They no longer belong to
Glances then turns away
They chain-smoke cigarettes
Their ashes rising up
To be disintegrated by the wind
While they try to converse
But are soon sunk in silence
For there’s nothing really to say
And sometimes there’s one
That will suddenly vanish
Never to be seen again
That is quickly replaced
By another just like him
The same empty look in his eyes
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