A poem: Coffee House



Absorbed in a cup of black heat, watching, listening

The scenes change, bodies move, voices echo

Business, relationships, old friends and new

Some wait, they are late, maybe early

I sit, alone, blending into the moment

Job interview, smile, listen, nod, not too much

The coffees hot, nervous, look her in the eyes

I need this, eager, impression, show confidence

Neutral ground, team, prying eyes, pitch the idea

Make the point, sell it, are you on-board?

Take credit, stand-out, leave the rest behind

Mobile office, out of the house, laptop and Wi-Fi

Another spreadsheet, email, justify your existence

Is this what an MBA bought? The tops crowded, littered

College debt, car payments, new shoes, dollar refills

First date, Facebook friend, damn that’s an old pic

Awkward, nervous, what does she know, be cool

Where could this go? Am I ready? Are you?

It’s time, lonely, share, space, I hate cats

My cup is empty, two-hour parking, batteries draining

The scene changes, new faces, mine won’t be missed

What did I see? What did I learn? The angles of life,

Played out, in a coffee-house

An original composition by the author of Ends and Beginnings

About ends and beginnings blog

I am a frustrated writer and poet waiting to be discovered. A stand-up philosopher performing on a street corner near you. A Christian with questions but I don’t want to hear your answers. A Buddhist with a bumper sticker on my truck to prove it. A collector of quotes. A grower of lettuce. The Patron Saint of earthworms who name their children after me. A cyclist whose big ass strains the seams of his Lycra bibs. I am American by birth, Southern by the grace of God. My goal in life is to leave an imprint on the lives of the people I love not a footprint on the earth. I am a son, a husband, a father composed of 65%-Oxygen, 18%-Carbon, 10%-Hydrogen, 3%-Nitrogen, 3%-Diet Coke and 1%-Oreo.
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8 Responses to A poem: Coffee House

  1. Sylvia says:

    Wow! You are good! Enjoy all your post

    Liked by 1 person

  2. “new faces, mine won’t be missed.” That realization is life-changing. I am temporary, I am the universe and yet, I am nothing.

    Liked by 4 people

  3. Loved it. Must be fun to sit and observe; lots of stories going on around you.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Nan says:

    Who knew there was such poetic talent behind those (also) wonderfully written posts?

    Liked by 1 person

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