qigung

He sits there, in a bookstore's cafe facing the river, struggling to write a start of a poem. He sips his third cup of coffee which is not impressive at all. He prefers stronger coffee but well, this cafe only provides two choices. It doesn't mean to make profit by selling coffee but books.
His Muse never befalls, he wonders whether a cigarette would help or not. He is going to write a poem that has been sold to a publisher previously. He got paid for a poem not yet exists and has spent the pay before he sits in this cafe.
He has consumed his poem, he tells himself, or instead, the pre-paid poem has consumed him.
He sits there, struggling to put a start of his poem, in a bookstore's cafe facing the river...
Much time has passed, he finally struggles to put:
"He sits there,
facing the river in a bookstore's cafe,
struggling to come up a start of a peom."

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