this time of morning
is all coffee cups
ash trays
umbrellas
night hawks
and diner counter tops
overturned shot glasses
and the way tom waits’ hair
moves without regard to his head
as romeo is bleeding
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aayoungPoetry, Prose, Art, Curiosities
16 replies on “4 a.m. poem for a broken heart”
love it. great tone change from title
Thank you, kindly.
New here, striving to find something that moves me. You moved me, tears sprung and I was caught. What an endearing trap you weave, thankyou.
I’m humbled that it moved you in such a way.
I think it was a culmination of the poetry of yours that I had just read, you have a cadence to your words thats hypnotizing.
awesome !
Dawn.
very good 🙂
Just stumbled upon your ‘site’. Great work, really evocative without being too fussy or grandiose. Look forward to reading more.
Enjoy!
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Fucking indeed.
I was with you in the diner when Tom walked in…
Good. That means I am doing my job…
Your writing is incredible. Glad to have found you.
Thank you, kindly, Tiffany. Glad to be found…