Monet

Baggy pants, lonely cup of coffee
you wait for the light to change
but it never turns green
you stand in a crowd, no one to talk to
your face wrinkled, covers your feelings
life is empty, as a clock unwound
hung on the wall
lonely and still
you always catch the train as it pulls from the station
so quietly you sit, reading yesterdays paper
while the radio plays a tune you've never heard
but you don't want to listen
looking like a clown abandoned his mask
tired of wearing the smile he wore so often
yet you walk through the crowd
in search for that you never lost
some people laugh
some people stare
others they cry
though tears never fall




      N.J. Hartney

Monet Exhibit - Chicago Art Institute 1975