After Midnight Diners
After midnight diners is where I’ll go
To tell my thoughts to Mary or Joe
I’m not the only one that comes here
To drink a cup of coffee, talk to listening ears
There are the old men who are barely walking able
Discussing old news, political views at their table

There are the old woman sitting thinking thoughts to themselves
Tired eyes wrinkled thighs with 2 cups of coffee wealth
There are the teenagers with no place to call home, They sit and chat together, but they still are alone,
Then there’s me far from old or a minor,
Thinking about all the times I’ve been in after Midnight
Diners.
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