by Marc Carver
I wait to see
if the music will come
come soft
and slow.
People laugh with each other
they really enjoy being together.
I sit here with my beer
not saying anything.
If they didn't see me go up and order another beer
they could think I was a deaf mute.
After a while
the thought becomes more and more appealing
all you would have to do
is point
and look at people
and laugh.
What is wrong with that.
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