The Café Cloud Nine..

Across the street is
still standing
On a lonely dessert’s
mighty wings..
The Café Cloud Nine
Covered in sand
is waiting for someone ..

Rusted jukebox
went to sleep long ago
Half broken lamp
hanging in porch so low..

Sometimes I hear
at night shivering of strings
I wake up on my bed
with some shattered dreams..

Mom said no
Dad told to leave the home
Clear as a day
I can see from my room..

I was crying
The day train left the station
That journey took away
the sleep and sensation..

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