batsose

"I don't want to be in love, I just want to be an artist"
Blue lines crinkle across the baristas forehead
she is telling me this while bristle face waits for his beer
"You can't be an artist and not be in love."
She starts to take his order and then stops between "on" and "tap,"
and looks at me, her eyes can't allow what I just said,
squinting sense out of my image she says "what do you mean?".
i am going to defend what i just said, I thought,
doubt running through my veins
"without that wanting, yearning, striving futile dance with reality..."
She got what I was saying and stopped me to finish the guys order,
saying over her shoulder "i guess..."