Ashtrays with Ashes on the Table

Cups half full of caffeine and sugar
Strangers conversing, neighbors concerning
Themselves in similarities to celebrities
Compliments and gratitude, new relationships
That will die after their first meal together
Testosterone driven cowboy riding
His alcoholic beast drawing his hand to the
Tone of immaturity at age forty-something
Verses of marriage engages in biblical size
“Men need a lady,” to forget the loneliness
in the voice of the songwriter
Tattoos and the hour
make what we have in common
I’ve seen that man before, in Josh’s painting
Coincidentally pleasing with a laugh of pride
Matt is late, again
Busy with inspiration and his work
His arrival is anticipated for the
Recital of a story with eagerness in my waiting
Allowing my cigarette to diminish
So I can write my ideas before they’re gone
The ceiling fan directing the smoke westward
Deviating from my place of rest
Workers working while we work words
Onto paper, generating environments
Into a picture sitting on the walls
Of my mind
Saying goodbye to past comforts
Looking towards the future
Relationships with myself and my passions
Communicating
Situations subsequently outstanding
Presumptions of rationality
Driving self-motivation to create
My ideas into inspiration for others
To think and live a more fulfilled path
Am I what I am supposed to be?
Or maybe I am what I don’t see.