Drink the coffee, read the paper.
Hear the band, the tunes they're flailing.
Sit for hours, just to play it out.
Who's in? Who's next?
A Work In Progress.
Will the waitress wave to greet me,
Or the doctor nod to see me?
Will my parent's come to meet me?
Drive four hours, just to call me son.
You've been a selfish child.
A Man In Progress.
The role is call. The bell's been ringing.
Kids at tables, blinking, dreaming...
Eyes adrift, with mouth's wide open.
Wait for hours, just to go outside.
To scream and skip.
The Boys in Collared Blue.
Inflamed, in bloom.
Their mind's consumed,
With frogs and glue.
The music's blaring. The women staring.
Nice to see you, how entertaining,
Of a notion that I am pleasing.
Conversations with no meaning...clung.
To youth and guile.
A Work In Progress.
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