Nyla has a coffee mug glued to her hand
Spends all her time in the coffee bar, Latte Land
Must have fresh ground roast; nothing common or canned
Complains if she tastes one teensy bit of coffee sand
Nyla has some kind of weird coffee bean-loving gland.
Around this mug, her right hand is usually fanned.
Puts on airs, acts like she is ever so grand.
Trips to Latte Land are pretty much daily planned.
Categories:
coffee bar, 12th grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
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 coffee bar asked “Foam? Froth? Steam?”
Steam he thought, and his face turned pink at his boldness.
He hoped she would give him a little heart like the last time.
His heart jumped at her pretty blue eyes. “Pardon me?”
“I didn’t say anything,” she said. She wore a sweet smile.
He took his expresso to a booth where he could watch her ponytail.
Categories:
coffee bar, woman,
Form: Narrative
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 bar on the corner.
Now i will leave...
Maybe I will come back again,
When I miss my friends
the time we shared together
The beautiful and sad moments.
Now I will leave
Maybe one day I'll be back,
I hope not too late,
When I do not find the old road,
Neither the wooden bench
and friends ...
Categories:
coffee bar, change, feelings,
Form: Free verse
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 get involved
So I sit there
Incognito
Anonymous
Invisible
Cut the cord
Block it all out
Do my thing
It’s my second home
Where I recharge
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~CAFFEINE INFUSION~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on February 13, 2020 for contest STRAND SELECT O sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 2ND
Categories:
coffee bar, appreciation, home, introspection, peace,
Form: Free verse
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 looking at her. The coffee bar was empty, she was the only customer at that time. He walked out from behind the counter and moved to her table. He expressed his feelings, he told her he loved her at first sight. She felt uncomfortable…… and she told him…. He apologise and went back. A week after she came back in and again ordered an orange juice, he looked at her a smiled. He apologised once again, but she told him that she was rude and not him. They became friends, not for long, they met every Sunday in a public park. When he so her last he took some pictures of her. That was the last time they met……
her absence was too painful
few weeks with her company
cancer killed her.
Categories:
coffee bar, cancer, death of a
Form: Haibun
always think of you
with razzle dazzle red hair
contemplative
carrying the coffee bar
and us in your thoughts
Categories:
coffee bar, age, girl,
Form: Tanka
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 wore flared skirts and white socks
As we listened to American rock ‘n’ roll
On the juke box?
They’re still around, but changed
With time’s passage there;
And the phenomenon called progress,
Diluting the verve, damping the flare.
Categories:
coffee bar, nostalgia,
Form: Verse
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 for two
That’s the first time, that I ever saw you.
The look of surprise and of love shone my way
No discomfort no shyness made a wonderful day
The first time ever I saw your face
I never thought it would really take place.
The touch of your hand on my waiting fingers
The spark of love still sits there and it still lingers
The first time ever I saw your face
My eyes closed, I can feel where my fingers did trace.
To learn the lines and the smile that I love so much
To feel the warmth of your heart in every tender touch
The first time ever I saw your face
That now haunts me and fills every single space.
A face that looks my way, although from afar
A face I see next to mine, that shines as a star.
The first time ever I saw your face
Is embedded in my heart and will never be backspaced.
© 1/12/2012~GG~
Categories:
coffee bar, love, heart, time, heart,
Form: Quatrain
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 of
a spoiler, but kudos in Heaven. Breakfast's in the works,
she'll reserve the perks, (pardon the pun,) for when Mass
is over. For now, the egg fries, but the 'frigo' door spies
no cheese for the muffin, What? no fatted calf?
and even worse, no Half and Half. It brings back
the chorus in "How to Succeed in Business," the lament
of the scent of No Coffee, NO COFFEE! But memory
reminds of a Champs Elysees' Ave., where an American
institution gave restitution to exiles like her in an
elevator ride under upscale retail, its costly fashions
to Golden Arches beneath Paris town, destination
a Mickey D's you can't imagine: rows of televisions
ornamenting each wall, an Egg McMuffin perk
in easy reach, and a coffee bar, its center station
a Gallic invention for the hurried intentions
of blase' Parisians on their way to work.
.
Categories:
coffee bar, food,
Form: Free verse
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 denizen
Of the local coffee bar
Every word on every page
Is ravenously devoured
The lives of others
Happy or horrid
Fills her empty hours
Pouring over her soul
Like so many lattes
Prepared by bored baristas
When she's had her fill
She stows the carcasses
Under her cushions
Guarding them
For later gnawing
And when our eyes meet
She knows I lie in wait
For her to vacate the seat
So I can pick the bones clean
Categories:
coffee bar, life, urban
Form: Narrative
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 a small "i" today
a few weeks ago for sure I felt like a big "I" (if you know what I mean)
I have been taking my pills like i am supposed to
but like the weather
today
it's overcast and they are calling for rain-
want to just roll over and go back to bed really
but
i find myself plodding away at work
trying to get into the swing of things
mostly not
longing for my morning coffee break at the local coffee bar -
sometimes the mornings are the hardest
sometimes the afternoons feel like they are gonna just blast my head open
too much going on
multi tasking is not getting any easier as I age
and with this mood thingie
well...
you know.
Categories:
coffee bar, angst
Form: Free verse
A coffee bar with orange paint --
Brown tables on a tiled, grey floor --
Soft light within blown glass above --
A neon sign hangs by the door.
I come here sometimes just to write.
A coffee bar with orange paint
To some would be apalling; but
I do not see it as a taint.
Tonight an artist's work is hung
Upon those walls in bold display;
A coffee bar with orange paint
Allows her dreams to have their say.
I like the color in these walls --
A brazen hue, not pale or quaint;
And in this place I weave my words --
A coffee bar with orange paint.
Categories:
coffee bar, art, food, introspection, nostalgia,
Form: Verse