Long Coffee bar Poems

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 believe
Are we really that old?
Such time has passed
We are still...

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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 playing games with reindeer,
Or restocking toyshop shelves.
Could it be 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 of the brave, home or the free,
With a particularly virulent...

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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 of 
a spoiler, but kudos in Heaven. Breakfast's in the...

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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 for two
That’s the first time, that I ever saw you.

The...

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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 a small "i" today
a few weeks ago for sure I...

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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 looking at her. The coffee bar was empty, she was...

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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 denizen
Of the local coffee bar

Every word on every page
Is ravenously...

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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...

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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 get involved
So I sit there
Incognito
Anonymous
Invisible
Cut the cord
Block it all out
Do...

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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 coffee bar asked “Foam? Froth? Steam?”
Steam he thought, and his...

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