Poem: The black ink cafe

The Black Ink Cafe

Intentionally empty

Just an average hole-in-the-heart

For whom it won’t concern

Doors wide closed

Coffee as strong as snow

Gleaming on the inside

Tarnished on the outside

Raped by the hearts of all

Who just can’t remember to

Tip

-Matthew A. Davis

Photo by: RR Abrot on Unsplash