Pink Walls

Pink Walls with yellow flowers staring at me.
juxtaposed against Orange columns and a silver
Tin ceiling.
Riots of color, rubbing up against each other.
Aquamarine and evil clown faces.

It seems like a scene from a nightmare.
It's just a coffee shop.
A nightmare in and of itself.
Gay men.
Cruising. Studying. Reading. Online.

The reading material is as diverse and
Clashing as the walls themselves.
Next, HX, the toughest challenge for some.
The Times, an anatomy textbook, the Post
A novel.
Some don't even adopt the pretense of reading
Or writing.
Just looking.

The place reeks of possibility, hopes, yearning.
A breeding ground for desperation,
Flirting, disappointment, posturing.
It's filled with late night recovery and
Delightful post-coital coffees and smiles.

Love and angst. Pink, Orange, Aquamarine.
Somehow it doesn't clash as bad as you'd think.