Beth’s Cafe
artists
creative types
with their
funky hair and goatees
pierced flesh
and black t-shirts
they can’t help
but be cool
in this
greasy spoon
cracklin’ bacon merges
with Jim Morrison’s voice
and thick cigarette smoke
muddy black coffee
a Bukowski book
a dyke
and a dirty floor
shit…
i just came for breakfast!
Full Throttle
my heart burns
sick
like wet ashes
as i drive
alone
on shiny slick
streets
thinking of
you
at 2am
yearning
as stop lights
reflect themselves
like blurry lasers
on the pavement
i can’t drive
away from
what’s missing
from my
empty
soul
without
you
i hit the throttle
and go on..