Lonely coffee

What is it exactly that keeps me down --
full of friends but lacking ends
for all my work and talent have wrought
nothing more than empty spots
and coffee alone
in a crowded room
of self.

Wait by the phone

Another day. One more year.
This week has passed.
Not long to last.
I'll do it soon -- just after class,
like I said I would
that other time,
before I got that job of mine.
It's great, really,
I'm making dough,
though I forgot that place I'm supposed to go.
Oh yes, she...
Well, I haven't time.
But I cannot get her off my mind.
Maybe tomorrow I'll try again.
Or not...
I can wait.
I'm awful young, for goodness sake.
I got a career to make
and places to go --
and I don't want to be tied up, you know?
Besides, single and free is where I want to be --
bound to no one,
answerable to God and me.
Though Friday night I feel awful alone,
sitting by my phone,
hoping someone will call.
Or maybe it's my ball to pass,
it's a pain in the ass
to not do the things to know you should,
especially when you know you could.