Best Coffee Bar Poems

A coffee bar with orange paint --
   Brown tables on a tiled, grey floor --
Soft light within blown glass above --
  ...

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I come for the ambiance
Curl up in the furthest corner
Quite content for life to pass me by
I like the pace
Mostly I like
That it doesn’t ask
I...

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The first time ever I saw your face
It was at the wrong time and in the wrong place
There was no coffee bar but a castle...

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I call you Mr Primitive
Because no one will know who you are
Another little secret we now share
We go way back in time
Spanning three decades I...

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always think of you
with razzle dazzle red hair
contemplative
carrying the coffee bar
and us in your thoughts...

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Seven A.M., feet on the floor, pajamas in-car 
for a favorite drive-through fast-food treat?  No, 
it's the coffeepot, and turn on the broiler, less...

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Santa has a problem,
Mrs. Claus is really sore,
Working one whole day a year,
She hardly sees him anymore.
Even on his days off
He's hanging out with elves,
Or...

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PROGRESS

What happened to that coffee bar
With the pinball  machine
That focused our attention and verve
On Saturdays when I was sixteen?

Where did all those girls go
That...

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We are human and frail
And it really is no shame,
When we make the odd mistake,
To accept and take the blame.
It seems it’s different in America
Land...

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While wearing the garb 
Of a twenty year old
On a 50 something body
Her eyes rove hungrily,
Spotting her quarry
She pounces upon
The daily newspapers
Left by a prior...

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His eyes popped out with excitement, she only asked for a fresh orange juice.
She sat down on an empty table by a window. He kept...

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i -  usually bright and sunny
but like the weather
today
feel just a bit blown down and irritable
almost saturday
but really not soon enough for me-

feel like...

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Why are you always drinking that expensive coffee? Ann texted Jim.
Jim stared at his phone. A text comes across rudely sometimes.
The pretty barista behind the...

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Now I will leave ... 
Maybe I will come back again ... 
When I miss the old road,
The wooden bench that holds many memories,
The coffee...

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