Inner Queen

Flat white winter heat is on the skin
Coffee fix that kicks the night away
Fifty how a man can be reborn
Hip suburban inner west sashay
Coffee shop a hop from where hat lay
Cruise the street no shame within the eye
Sips oblivious to culture norm
Sits outside observer of the lie
Old is merely wasted on the young
Need to dash has passed more stately pace
With a coffee watch the rushing by
No one ever wins the human race
Queen the ruler nothing in domain
Threw himself so far from English reign

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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