Some Words

Something I scribbled down outside a cafe yesterday.

 

Traffic in a certain

financial bracket

chit-chatter as

cutlery clatters

battered inmates

share tales of ingrates

and wasted pasty

faces move by

in search of spaces

smashed craters

with beer crates

fighting hate with

an alcoholic trace

as traits escape

and memories long erased

try to hold in place

as faces change

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