Will

Will knows this is going to be a mistake
He should have worn a flash of blue
Now he's sipping coffee
And waiting for a friend
Looking like a dark stranger of the night
Looking like a different sort of person

He wishes he could look like an affable person
But other times he feels like it would be a mistake
Every time there's another weekend night
He considers putting on a vibrant blue
Going out with more than just one friend
Giving up coffee

But he's tired so he needs the coffee
And when he's tired he's not a sociable person
Which infinitely irritates his friend
Continuing their friendship has become a mistake
But on nights when Will wears all black his friend becomes the flash of blue
The trace of a surprise in Will's night

But will it be a different sort of night?
Sometimes he's tempted to just stick with the coffee
Go home and put on 'Rhapsody in Blue'
Be a mellow and isolated sort of person
Make it through a night without a single social mistake
Let a good book be his only friend

Sometimes he tries to remember how he wound up with this friend
Didn't they meet somewhere on a rather rainy night?
Could befriending someone on a dreary Friday be a cosmic mistake?
Will's friend doesn't drink coffee
He's not that sort of person
He's much more blue

Now it's fading outside--the blue
Soon he'll be receiving a text message from his friend
Saying who they'll be meeting later--most likely an already drunk person
Who will no doubt envelope their night in awkward conversation
Who will comment that Will smells good, like coffee
The personification of a mistake

It will not be a very blue sort of night
And it will end with Will's friend making his first plans for coffee
Trying to be a person like Will but making the wrong mistake