Coffee Shop Poems - Poems about Coffee Shop

a terrific place to write

One caramel macchiato, a barista calls out
Two people rush to the counter
It has a name written on it,
One returns to her seat empty handed

I sit in the corner with my laptop, watching the show
Coffee shops are a terrific place to hide out and write
Cappuccino, mocha, latte, expresso, the barista calls
As people head to the counter

Fina's Coffee Shop, 435 Old Port Isabel Road

Is this a poem? -- I'd say so!
Near my home, convenient, clean
and comfy.  Very low prices.
Varied delicious specials.
Slogans artistically painted
in strategically located spots --
poetic samples of our regional
colorful cuisine and culture:
"I like my cafecito with a little chisme"
(I like my coffee with a little gossip);
"Y la dieta?" (And the diet?)
and near the register, another:
"Hay

The Coffee Shop

The Coffee shop where you can,
Ease down into your,
Throne of freedom.
This brown elixir hoping to jumpstart,
Your brain as words will flow as if,
Coming out of the mouths of God's.
I need an out of this world idea,
That is earth shattering.
Every author knows this is the,
Portal to finding excellence and,
Searching for the muse,
That inspires them.
First the eyes

A Beautiful Eyes In a Coffee Shop Steal My Heart

“Your brown eyes are like candlelight in the dark of the night.....
 Inside an archaeological library........
Do you see me looking at them as a historical clock?
 And drowning within the gradations of time?...
 What’s time? And history?.......
 Only inside them.......  
As a reader, I love to read the library of your eyes......
 So do

Waitress

Waitress
David J Walker

There is a waitress working at
The Sunrise coffee shop

Who knows her tips depend
On a convincing performance

To that end she knows my name
I am
    Darlin or 
              sugar or 
        

Coffee Shop For Thoughts

Coffee Shop For Thoughts

 Stop forcing your thoughts into my mind;
 I have enough of my own in there.
 It’s not a coffee shop for thoughts from everyone;
 I’m trying to keep my mind in line.

 Daily your thoughts cloud up my mind’s sky
 Where was sunshine, blueness, soft white clouds.
 But, you want to

Coffee Shop Views

Coffee Shop Views

The lady near the door,
Sat quietly, as she tightly held her cup,

Her sad, knowing eyes,
Fixed upon a world, 

A world way beyond the window,
In another place.

At her side, an elderly man,
Silently looking on,

Hardly a word was spoken.

And as I watched,
Guessing at their story,

The sun broke through,
The grey East London sky,

Illuminating like magic,
Our silent

Costa Lamento

Same old routine, same venue too
We join the queue, I order
Flat white for her with fern motif
Tan crema round the border
For me a capuccino, large
With sifted chocolate powder
Baristas all look younger now
The music slightly louder

We grab our favourite corner seat
Our meal, the usual fare
Two toasties filled with ham and cheese
A Chelsea bun to share
The great

In the Kingdom By the Sea, My Pretty Becky

Off to Starbucks for my spot of Teavana Earl Grey Tea
I am Blessed! Princess Rebecca this morning, I do see
A quick gaze at her, oh my she looks even more sexy
In The Kingdom By The Sea, My Pretty Becky

I dream of sailing with her off the Shore of Jersey
We cruising with no destination, maybe Guernsey
We

Interstellar Library Coffee Shop

they're in the work places
and stores downtown...
silent and quiet
blank faces
private
in groups...
they express
themselves all
freely the same
and...me not feeling
time stealing
from them
thought...
"aliens"...
the years have cleared
the unfamiliar scene
and now...i'm what had been all along...
alien...in an alien world...
now with access only to the relevant
universal intellect continuum
and this...'this invention' enables
craftsmen of the word
to furnish the world
with script and book
to read or

Coffee Shop Gossip

Methinks my writings are now all for naught
In an unending spiral, I've suddenly been caught
Is it my armpit odor
Or just getting older
Must keep up with the latest gossip in the coffee shops




















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Coffee Shop Bias

men used facilities at Starbucks 
but staff took an offence at their looks
policemen were called out
arrested without doubt 
now staff being referred to guide book.

Coffee Shop

I met her in the coffee shop
She hid me from a violent cop
She didn't care if I'd been hooking
She gave that cop a sober look and
Said, "She ran out that back door"
While underneath the check-out stand
I curbed a giggle, touched her hand
And saw that copper nevermore.

For thirteen days and nights we played
We laughed and sighed,

Coffee Shop and Curtain Calls

Coffee Shop Casting Calls

Lookin’ at…and then away…
Looks at the coffee shop
Stealing glances, 
Making judgements
creating scenarios
Every day

A sip of coffee
A quick look about
A quick appraisal
A quick casting call
Actors in place
And the play begins

The lady in blue
sitting next to you
Ex-trapeze artist for sure
The man in the corner
Back to the wall
Has all the earmarks
Of a hitman...waiting

And that silver

Starship Coffee Shop

Starship Coffee Shop


     Passengers in the Starship Coffee Shop

     Each seated in their alloted place.

     Every table a local perturbation

     In the fabric of time and space


     In relative isolation the travellers

   

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