Scott Thomas Lowe POETRY

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Do you mind if I sit here beside you?
it looked to me you were alone
with memories to talk to
and solitude waiting at home
I know that we are both strangers
my friends tell me I am quite shy
the candlelight showed me
a teardrop
I am here now
there's no need to cry
please don't get up
and walk away
if I were a poet
I'd know what to say


This cafe is so quiet at sunset
we'd like to deny it and yet
waiters aren't the only ones who wait
I know a place where there's music
we could go there it isn't too late


do you mind if I sit here beside you
it looked to me you were alone
with memories to talk to
and solitude waiting
at home


Scott Thomas Lowe, L.A., 1974
© Copyright 1974, 2003, Scott Thomas Lowe.
 
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