in a coffee shop in a city

which is every coffee shop

in every city

on a day which is every day

i pick up a magazine

which is every magazine

and read a story then forgot it right away



they say goldfish got no memory

i guess their lives are much like mine

the little plastic castle

is a surprise every time

it's hard to say if they are happy

when they don't seem much to mind



from the shape of your shaved head

i recognized your silhoutte

as you stepped in out of the sun and sat down

your sleepy smile eclipsed everyone else in the room

as they paused to snear at the girls from out of town



i said, "Baby, look at you this morning

you are so way the fucking cutest

be careful getting cofee

i think these people want to shoot us

i think there's some kind of competition here



to see who can be the rudest



people talk about my image

like i come in two dimensions

like lipstick is a sign of my decling mind

like what i happen to be wearing the day

that someone takes my picture

is my new statement for all womankind



i wish they could see us now

in leather bras and rubber shorts

like some ridiculous team uniform

for some ridculous new sport

quick someone call the girl police

and file a report



in a coffe shop in a city

which is every coffee shop

in every city

on a day which is every day