Cafe de Spirit

Lowly I sit in my booth full of tears,
In the corner cafe, with all of my fears.
And the one thing that scares me more than all the above,
The fear of not knowing what I'm afraid of.

Now they serve speculation
With great expectation
And determination on ice.
But I spit up confusion
And great disillusion
And choke on undignified spice.

Richard C. Hayner
1973 ©

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