Coffee Shop Poem by Jonny Brackney
Coffee Shop
i sink
in black leather
watching them visit.
singles
couples
the lonely
and content.
drinking and smiling.
attempting to entertain
themselves
in this...
fancy, awkward
waiting room.
i am the fly
on the wall.
a spy.
early for my coffee date.
stirred up
like the liquid i'm sipping.
it takes me back
to better days
when life
was but a drift.
I lay my head back...
close my eyes
evaporate into
memory.
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4/25/2024 11:30:16 PM # 1.0.0.1119
It's always good times at the coffee shop Jonny. Nice poem. Thanks for taking us there.