Its 7:22pm and I'm at the Film Centre Cafe at 44th and 9th waiting for my friend Flor to meet me for a drink - I've just ordered a glass of silky soft seductive syrah cusumano 2007 - Sicilian of course... I'm sitting at the bar alone,There's a guy two stools down reading a book called "haunted" and a woman two down from him singing to herself. I can't help wonder to myself if this is my future - alone at a bar waiting ..
Waiting for a friend who never comes!
Waiting for a man who never came!
Waiting for the waitress with my calamari...
Is this what will become of me?
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no no!
ReplyDeletehe'll come in and you'll be the one with a rose in your book like in you've got mail.