Whatsit

In its dull reddish glow the coffee sits
alongside light white marble rectangles.
My dad walks in, a smiling happy sight
and takes me from my wiley angst and slump

I was about to write a thoughtful tune
regarding all the pompous poop and doom
that littering my poor unfortunate soul
has taken me to th'deepest dark despair.

Well fortunately my father's sweet voice
brings into light the darker side of me
surrounded by a random older bunch
of coffee drinkers, friends and employees.

Now on his telephone, I sit and wait
within my thoughts of plain and simple, gross
and skinny, dry and salty sweet, the thoughts
that prick against my heart and sour me.