Coffee Stained Cashmere Poem by Charles Hancock

She wore coffee stained cashmere
While reading about Shakespeare
Turned each page with great care

I didn't think she took notice of me
Standing by the fake Christmas tree
Until I spilled my cup of hot tea

I'm sure my face turned beet red
When she abruptly raised her head
Oops was the only thing she said

She gave me a grin and 'that' look
So I opened my mental playbook
Must have her by hook or by crook

Asked if I could buy her a hot mug
Of that caffeinated wonder drug
She smiled and gave me a shrug

Said she wanted something sweet
And the fudge here is hard to beat
At the coffee shop on 4th street

I took that as my official cue
So I placed an order for two
Fudge and some fresh brew

She had put out her welcome mat
Up to me to take my turn at bat
We talked about this and that

Finally she stated she had to go
But she wanted me to know
She didn't have a beau

Then she declared isn't this just grand
Such a memorable day, though unplanned
Scribbled her number on my hand