Just Another Random Sunday

tucked away in a café
on a grey Sunday
far from being mundane
stray thoughts gone one way

listening to Coltrane
strumming jazz, eloquently
this melodic remedy
soothes like tonic, mentally

a steady hum of voices
nomads come in to seek
a retreat from the noises
of the manic city beats

consuming sweet pastries,
sharing in old stories
typing away, hastily
concocting allegories

a symbolic place to hide
despite the high windows
because within it you’ll find
your hypnotic pillow

dim glows, from overhead
illuminated fixtures,
simple words come to blend
in this situated picture


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