Edward Sexton - Coffee At Midnight

It was one of those things you remembered
That I live down the street with the beat up cars
The side mirrors hang down into the sidewalks they drown
With the stripped down models and movie stars

Your clothes are dripping from head to toe
In the doorway with your back to the moonlight
You ask if I know of a place to go
To get coffee at midnight

In the neon flair of rain stained windows
You whisper as though you don't want to be heard
Over the silver hiss of the grey kiss machine
I hung onto your every word

And the hours stand perfectly still
As the iron hands curl to the right
We hide from the rain at the end of the world
To get coffee at midnight

You see the boy sat alone at the counter
You grasp his wrist and ask for the time
And infinity occupies his rosy cheeks in the moment before he speaks
In the predetermined destination of a rhyme

From a far off booth we watch him
With eyes fired with oil and coal
He keeps himself clean shaven
But there's cobwebs on his soul

Though we can keep an eye on each other
This light is a little too bright
In a trinity we all go alone
To get coffee at midnight

Written by:
Edward Sexton

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