Hell’s Cafe

Posted: September 7, 2013 in literature, poetry
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Hell's Cafe Entrance copy

Hell’s Cafe Entrance by Rod C. Stryker


The usual all-night gathering

of lost souls & anti-socials,

strip-dancers and artists.

We talk our egos to death

only to resurrect them

w/caffeine and cigarettes,

trolling the rivers and lakes

of our conscience

to glean a shred of


a meager morsel of

life experience.

My coffee’s empty

more times than not

as a tourist of three

enjoys our coffeeshop airs.

A stranger’s

stare of recognition

kindles a long-distant

gaze of curiosity between us.

The woody-allen-look-alike

has been seated

so now we may all


and strategize our demise

as it’s time for another

bathroom run.

Crack the whip for

the waitress’ arrival,

a refill, a cheerful release;

a tearful relief from servitude.

So present

ego, wallet and your soul.  

We trade them equally




Rod C. Stryker

This poem was published in my book, Exploits of a Sun Poet. The spoken word track was published in my spoken word album of the same name. Hope you like it.

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