In a coffee shop landlocked poets of the World alone in a corner a handsome young Girl watches closely the years in our eyes as Winter sets in submerged in disguise. Don't put us in categories We don't belong in them All that I know is all that I see. I see highways, buildings all in a line Drawn like a poet to a bottle of wine. I see you you're alive I've known things that Have died in which only a memory keeps Them alive. As we shout into laughter, evening is near all That's unknown is all that we fear. He lives by his words a poet I can tell Cigarettes and whiskey remind him as well Alone in a corner a handsome young girl Looks in his eyes and sees the whole world.