The dark clouds they hang
foreboding and warn us
The traffic it creeps
in the drizzling rain
The man in the khakis
and dress shirt approaches
It's for coffee with two creams
this morning he came
He sits and he stares
at the nothing before him
They laugh as they chat
excited and blind
He knows of the beating
that will last through the hours
Just waiting for five
and with it sun's shine.
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