coffee@six
sun 9 sep 2001

Sitting @ six am
in a 24/7 coffee shop
actually it's disguised as a
Woolworths & Portugese chicken takeout
in petrol-station clothing

Waiting for the sun to rise
and my woman to pick me up
Stayed up all night
worked some
wasted most on technical stuff
I kinda tangled myself in a Web of confusion
but I'm here now writing
on a wobbly tin table
as Bob Marleyesque muzak washes the air
on a perpetual rinse cycle

'I wanna wake up witha yoooou'
the speakers croon
and I consider a woman at home waking up
s-l-o-w-l-y
and a little girl who's not yet three

I think I'm happy but I ain't sure
what feeling broods beneath
this shoulder load of tired

All I know is
I want things to change
I wanna stay married to
a woman who's happy with choices
she's made
and years, her best years
invested in me

good seed good fruit
none of that worry 'bout
money chucked @ gen-u-wine trash

So I'm here
the writer waiting for the counsellor
and the future of who my child becomes
lies asleep
like the station forecourt
just outside.