I'm falling behind with these...

[robinbloke]

The coffee was cooling slowly, small wisps of steam curling from the black liquid as he stared at it blankly.
The cafe was virtually empty, just a bored looking waitress, the cook and a businessman reading his morning paper.
She said she'd be here.
Time passed.
He looked out the window; it was mid afternoon, the sun casting long shadows over the square outside.
His coffee was long since cold now, the waitress was occasionally throwing him annoyed looks as he moped, remembering the night before.
With a sigh he stood slowly and walked outside.
She said she'd be here.

~Edited - thanks to RBS~

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[puddingcat.livejournal.com]

"...each tea lasts an hour, then he wanders home alone".

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

Not heard that song in what seems like forever...

Du-du doo doo, du-du doo doo

[jonnyargles.livejournal.com]

I am sitting in the morning
At the diner on the corner
I am waiting at the counter
For the man to pour the coffee

And he fills it only halfway
And before I even argue
He is looking out the window
At somebody coming in

"It is always nice to see you"
Says the man behind the counter
To the woman who has come in
She is shaking her umbrella

And I look the other way
As they are kissing their hellos
I'm pretending not to see them
Instead I pour the milk

I open up the paper
There's a story of an actor
Who had died while he was drinking
It was no one I had heard of

And I'm turning to the horoscope
And looking for the funnies
When I'm feeling someone watching me
And so I raise my head

There's a woman on the outside
Looking inside, does she see me?
No she does not really see me
Cause she sees her own reflection

And I'm trying not to notice
That she's hitching up her skirt
And while she's straightening her stockings
Her hair is getting wet

Oh, this rain, it will continue
Through the morning as I'm listening
To the bells of the cathedral
I am thinking of your voice

And of the midnight picnic once upon a time
Before the rain began

I finish up my coffee
It's time to catch the train

[borusa.livejournal.com]

If she's not here by now, then I guess she's not coming
If she's not here by now, then I guess she don't care
Oh waiter, I won't waste your time anymore
You've already started to sweep down the floor
And I guess she's not coming, so I'll head for the door
I'll be taking my business elsewhere

It wasn't for me, that spark in her eyes
It wasn't for me, that halo in her hair
When she touched me a lump rose up into my throat
But she must act that way with any old soak
And waiter you don't seem to share in the joke
So I'll be taking my business elsewhere

She called me her fantasy
And boldly she kissed me
I'll never get over the sheer surprise
Of her acting that way
And I'm healing okay
But for the eyes of her...

Oh it's cold in the rain and it's dark and it's sad
And I'll miss her tonight on my lonely back stair
I'm sorry for taking so much of your space
I'll move down the street to some friendlier place
'Cause I guess she's not coming, and you're sick of my face
I'll be taking my business elsewhere

- Richard Thompson

[borusa.livejournal.com]

Robin...

As always, really atmospheric and a lovely snapshot...but...

Time passes

Tense? Should be "Time Passed"?

it was nearly noon, the sun casting long shadows over the square outside.

Unless it's winter, at Noon the sun doesn't cast very long shadows.

he slowly stood is possibly a split infinitive, but as we don't have those in English I don't care.

Robert The Pedant

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

Thankyou, I'll have to borrow you for proofreading ;) my English can be somewhat dire at times.

[karohemd.livejournal.com]

Tell me about it.
*edited Robin's AST report last night*

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

:P

Here let me give you this maths problem.... ;)

[karohemd.livejournal.com]

Which I would happily refer to you ;o)