Coffee with a new old friend

Who needs help with his finances

We sit at a deuce

Next to a long table

Stir up each other’s mishaps

I dispense some of my hope

A small stream of cream

To our black cups of decaf.


Our stories are a game

Of checkers without a board

Some black, mostly red


His money pit,

To my tech bubble crash,

My eight colleges in nine years

To his failed bands

His now renting

To my underwater house

My dead end jobs to

His dead end jobs


We were winning

Lottery tickets

Less that one last number.


The book club gremlins

Trickle onto the long table

Carrying “Excuse Me, Your Life Is Waiting”

Till they take up all the chairs

And ask us to move

So they can use our table,

We do and then minutes later

They ask again


We move again.


We wish the coffee stains their smiles

And gravels their cheery chords

(No we don’t)

We talk till he needs to leave to feed his kid

And I need to walk my dog

Because hindsight is never 20/20

Only laughter is.


Copyright AJ DiAngelis 2013

About Tony DiAngelis

I am a writer and educator who wants to share my creativity in a global medium. Please savor the pieces you enjoy, voice your thoughts, and share this work with others in hopes that they may find inspiration to reconnect with their creative selves.
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2 Responses to Hindsight

  1. Alex Kitay says:

    I like it.

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