The big city that never stops
In a dimly lit restaurant
Near the big and lonely park
Smell of fancy alcohol
Made me sick, kept on sitting,
Not being, invisible.
Stained satin cloth
Cleaned dirty clothes
Wondering, not, do.
There was he
Eyes of glass
Where was me
Seemed blocked,Somewhat blank
Frozen smile
No future
Just this hour
Or night
Living?
There he was
A frozen man.
