Three Cappuccinos

Three cappuccinos later

And it still wasn’t a done deal,

Sometimes things get too personal,

Shit it was important but not a life and

A death thing or lovers going through that

Damn Ordeal of saying goodbye for a last time,

So papers and items got stuffed in folders and

Briefcases and everyone said screw it for the

Rest of the week-end and headed into the

Sun and wherever else time would

Take them. Me? I made another

Cappuccino and wondered

How the weekend was

Going in Ithaca.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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