Long Coffeehouse Poems

The thing that went...

The first thing that went wrong - 
was the buzzing in my left ear,
the one not buried in the pillow,
the one that was open to the world.

The second thing that went wrong
was...

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though you may not be a trucker
never have driven a semi with your CDL
never 
ever
even thought of coasting up above the open road
putting thousands of miles beneath your cap
to the tune of
“east bound and down”---
you...

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sun sets early in november
while streetlights pepper busy sidewalks
and chilly winds hurl through the streets
 
bundled up, head on we face the gale
always keen for coffeehouse intermissions
where mugs and napkins are exchanged for money
 
a...

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I've got this awesome idea 
To write the greatest of poems
It'll start out nice and easy
Then with a BANG make some noise

It will be widely read
In every coffeehouse in town
Soon to catch on like a...

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The Only Star For Me

It’s my corner coffee shop, Starbucks 
The cheer starts here with hot coffee
I’ll get yours, it’s nothing, awe shucks
A home away from home, my family 
A blended Frappuccino, at lunch to...

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(My inspiration is number 3, the Snowman winter scene.)


I love snow falling, watching it blow and swirl in drifts, 
like a dance- snowflakes prance and twirl all night;
I walk, a nighthawk as the flakes...

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Time for another rant I think...Into the words my mind will soon sink...Another cup of java and I'm starting to shake...Someone stop me for goodness sake...Dig another hole and climb in...Face the demon within...Look in...

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I wasn't the friend to you that you were to me all along. 
I must have been lacking
I must have been wrong
I figured you were done and slowing packing.
 
Times got rough
We created a wall
You...

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Amusant

Reading a novel
	In a coffeehouse,
on soft, red-cushioned, fireplace chairs:
	(Janie Crawford’s dream…).

Unfinished pine stools, near orange,
	greenish-yellow, latex painted walls.

I chance to look up.
	(a moments breather from a novel speaking my soul).

Above me, a corner door:
	pad-locked; high...

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