The Cup
One cup
A single cup of
Just one cup of hot
The cup of hot chocolate
The cold weather
The train
The three guys
The lady with the afro hair cut
And just one cup of hot chocolate
The dancing
The constant dancing on my head
The doors open
The one cup
The three guys
And the change of my thoughts
Towards the memories
Near my stop
Somebody stands up
And the one cup of chocolate
Plus the passing of time
Just there.
by The Shortfellow
New York City
08/01/12
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Selection of Poetry, Essays on Art culture and politics as well free writing about the vision of life by The Shortfellow
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