Edwin from Butch Ross by februwriters2018

Edwin sits in his favorite chair
just off the square
in a cafe over there

Over tea and cigarettes
He reads the New York Times
back when it cost a dime
and he was in his prime

//he adopts a far off gaze
he imagining the face
of someone dear

in his mind the brass band plays
and thinks back to the days
when she was here

Yellow gold was his beauty's hair
and their affair
was something very rare

and long before the bombs had brought
the fire and grime
and the sound of air-raid sirens
they danced to ragtime//

and when it at last it finally came
the time to go
Edwin still doesn't know
what made him change his mind

and why he never took her hand
and why he never joined the band
and why he never had the things he wanted most,
oh, Edwin, not yet dead but still a ghost

Edwin sits in his favorite chair
just off the square
in a cafe over there

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