Cafe Girl

We walk as two, but we'll leave one set of tortured 
footprints
Now here she comes...walking through the door...giving that
 look. Since
I roll with shook wimps...I'm shaking in my boots
Kids are behind me eating steak and soup, talking 'bout 
beatbreaks and loops
And I wanna' turn around...join in on the convo, but I 
ain't got jack to say
And it's sad to say...I'm just a poetry fag actin' gay in 
my black beret
I just came to this wack-ass café
To drink an ice coffee and kill a bit of time before the 
matinee
Why oh why did I need Cappaccino Cooler?
Now I'm trying to avoid eye contact. Lets see if I can fool
 her
I put a look of concentration on my face as I scribble on a
 napkin
Squinting my eyes, acting like I'm really serious about 
this mess of non-sensical pen action
A web of chicken scratch and ink blots
Is she still there? Standing awkwardly glaring?
I think not
Look up....think again. Shit...now when
Is she going stop making me waste ink from my pen as I sit 
and pretend
I knew I should have come with a friend. I shrink and I 
send
Myself into meditation...and I'm on the brink of Zen
Is she buying it? I pick up my empty glass...tilt it..and 
drink the flem
She's STILL scoping! in fact, this chick's a 10
At least in my book...which isn't all that well read, but 
it's been said
Once she gets her grip on men they simply bend

backwards.
She attracts nerds, jocks, substitutes and student teachers
Who all profess their love for all of her protruding 
features
There's no fooling this creature, she's WAY fine
So dope, I'd have to smuggle her across state lines or else
 pay fines
What's holding me back is what I heard through the grape 
vine
She's a non-conformist freak who only comes out in the 
daytime

"Don't look at me." I can feel the burn of her stare on my 
sensitive skin
I'm anti-social and I don't know how conversational 
sentences begin
Plus, I'm allergic to the medicine of sexual healing
This impotence is sickening. She's sensual...appealing
Now I'm covering up my crotch region by crossing my legs
Lost in thoughts of whores in my bed. It's awful...so I'm 
forcing my head
into my forearms. I should...invite her for a cup of Joe
It would do more harm than good...I just know

I mean...she's no Natalie Portman, and I've been kind of 
holding out for her
Naturally...Now my thoughts spin...and she's on the "out" 
for sure
Gradually...contort my mindframe so no doubts occur
I activate testicular bravery and I shout to her

Our eyes lock.
And time stops...

She floats over to my spot...
and I say "Hi, I'm not

trying to hit on you like the way all these other guys jock
I just wanna' let you know...I'm the type of person who 
lies a lot

Sometimes I fart and I pick my nose like a maniac
I'd be glad to front the cost of a date with you as long as
 you pay me back
If we ever reach the friendship level where things like 
that are shared
And I know my facial hair is weird...but I've been waiting 
for someone like you to shave my beard

I'm usually more discreet about my insecurities, but 
today...I just ain't prepared."
In all honesty...this dame just stared/
And I was like "Uhhh...yeah...
So ummm...heh..."
Nervous twitches were initiated and out nostrils flared
Our eyes started wandering and I was rocking in my chair

I just continued on scared that I lost her...in my upfront 
approach
She looked at my napkin and noticed what I wrote
...which was nothing
I said "The funny thing is...I could have used you as a 
muse
Wrote you sonnets in iambic pentameter and then produced
Mass amounts of unsent love letters and out-of-tune love 
ballads
Some valid...but most just to get you thinking of marriage
It's untrue. I don't want to create a first impression I 
can't live up to
I...just...wanna...

She said "Nuff said. I'm a theme park. Ride me until the 
sun sets."
So I jumped up on her shoulders as we exited the entrance.