The Clear Blue

I strain to see the face, down there, from my table
Along the mezzanine in the days when people
Smoked up clouds at will in old style bars
Wonder tilting if it will allow me to see
Better through the blue blurred air
The dancing wonder of those gray green eyes
That seemed to change color with a nod or smile
So unsure I get up and come down with a contact high
My breath caught by a hundred steps bounded
To meet that face I misperceived as yours
Was mine, but the smile is past me
For the one strolling with the control
Down casually behind me
So this was coming off the kind
Of high that wipes your mind black
And blanks out your actions, your words
Everything comes down to a morning blur
Out f it a face reflected in a cup of coffee is only
You not her you thought you knew, she steam rising
To wisp away the one who I know came up behind me