The day dawns early in this house
even when there is no good reason to
except that the sun is shining
and the dog needs to pee
Loneliness seeps into these moments
so that the last ten dollars in my wallet
seems best spent on breakfast at the diner
Where tables full of men
fill the room (and my heart) with their voices
Stories of this years crops
Yesterday's golf game
Rising taxes and idiot politicians
Furnaces that needed to be fixed in the middle of the night
Today's rodeo
There is no talk of unpaid bills
cheating wives
Explaining divorce to small boys
dividing lives and kitchen utensils
Pages of to do lists
tears washing the pillow case at night
There are days when I might cringe at the lack of depth in the talk
yearn to know the real stories behind the creases around their eyes
the unspoken moments they carry in the grey of their hair
But not today
Today I need this coffee that I did not have to make
these conversations I don't have to carry
For just one hour
lost in the voices of strangers
I can be free
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