Black Coffee

Yesterday while having a cup of Americano in a coffee shop

I suddenly felt I am new in this city where

I was born and lived all these time.

I have never seen these leaves laden with so much dust.

Even the sunlight playing with those ugly leaves is so golden yellow.

I was just taking in the air which slashed through the simmering coffee

smell.

Unknown roads moving here and there remain unknown in this

carnival of life. I open my shoes and light a cigarette just below the

no smoking sign. They are so bored they don’t say anything anymore.