To dine at a corner table, long nights
Of blues and poetry stringing together
Speaks of loneliness.
But yet, as you sit there with your jokes
And your smile, a word whispers, lonely,
The line in your shoulders
The Atlases effort that it is, to live,
To survive, but survive we do.
You can be alone and not lonely,
But dear, tell me,
Can you be lonely, yet not alone?