Drowned Out
That noise
The overwhelming noise
Mechanical impersonal
Drowning out
My inner voice
In a much soothing manner
I may be deaf when
I leave this roastery coffeehouse
But till then
I am thoroughly enjoying
The mental massage
By this robotic drone
Being in no rush to leave
Sipping my americano
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on March 11, 2020 for contest STRAND CHOICE D sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - HONORABLE MENTION
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