Open Poetry #3 |
For Here Or To Go |
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since 1999-06-12
Posts 113 |
I ordered double expresso to go As I waited quietly by the door. The person next to me had herbal tea And picked it up quite impersonally. I had stopped for cigarettes on the way And now I lit one and purused the floor. The pastries that were on display Held no substance, not unlike my day. The clock on the wall said quarter past four. Conversations mingled and were diffused. Shirts were required, but none were refused For this coffee shop was still a haven. I attempted to focus my attention But the Rasta music scattered my thoughts. The late afternoon still held potential As choices now seemed inconsequential. And though I had passed on latte with skim The expresso held no empty calories While the taste of morning held no memories. So, with coffee in hand I turned to leave While I heard those words for here or to go. I wondered why most the day had been lost, For, like the coffee, I had paid the cost. |
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I enjoyed this, Soleil! ------------------ Denise |
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