he sipped his black coffee in coffehouses
diners dinettes supper clubs donut shops and from thermos on jobsites off
street curbs tree stumps benches picnic tables and at rocks at the feet of the
Great Lakes beside unnamed lakes the Pacific Ocean Indian Atlantic oceans from
Adirondack chairs on manicured lawns or upholstered chairs sofas ottomans in
apartments homes suites bars and whorehouses every sip attended by unanswerable questions and perplexed friends
acquaintances strangers willing to play the game who also had nothing to say
those endless affirmations of
unknowing sweetened his coffee and often absently looking into his cup he
witnessed his eyes looking back at him brightly hinting perhaps that they knew what
his own eyes did not
by their
disconnect their thin surface existence by the hints of truth he captured on his paintings surfaces
he would clear his throat Waiter Waitress Hostess Joe (the barman) Please
another cup of coffee and hed drink
his eyes seeking more and new reflections
reflections too in shotglasses glasses of beer goneflat off his quivering face in creeks rivers lakes
and seas
always Please more
and more was what he got asif he needed more greed
is wanting more and more and more and more and the more seethed in him brewed percolated dripped and spewed onto his canvasseshis papers it hacked his stone and pieces of wood becoming growing witnesses to those ever-unanswered questions
they made their way to places he would
never visit
emissaries of his eyes
of Her eyes
he would always be Her eyes
Dylan Cup
of Coffee https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=95cufW4h-gA
