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.