Coffee Shop Poem by Frederick Francis
Coffee Shop
The temperature peaks and valleys
Changing with the bodies in the room.
Aroma like syrup. Sweet. Sticky.
Lingering in your senses long after.
So many voices hum in my ears:
Love. Loss. Success. Failure. Hate. Fears.
Opinions litter the floor like
Empty peanut shells in a dingy bar
They easily collapse under foot
If I so choose to tread on them.
These people here, we fill this place
Completely absorbed in our corner of space.
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4/24/2024 1:00:03 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Frederick, I like this one a lot, it is a real 'slice of life'. Forgive the pun, but considering the theme I couldn't resist. There is a nice flow to the piece and I love this part: 'Opinions litter the floor like Empty peanut shells in a dingy bar They easily collapse under foot If I so choose to tread on them.'