If it wasn't for TFE I wouldn't be blogging at all. Bad situation. but hey, here's the TFE inspired poem...
Weir Cafe, Monday.
Raven steam, quiet street, language settles.
Space contracts, a stranger's stare
envy or distaste?
Puddles pool, waste water worn.
Coffee and bile fight.
Rain flogging cataratic windows.
Sugar in tubes.
Teal velvet seats.
Loneliness and Darjeeling