Diner Coffee Poem by Matt Greenblatt

Diner Coffee



All is now the steaming
Liquid that aspires
To be coffee poured
By the waitress with the hair lip
It becomes the morning
Then the day bitter
Harsh acquired taste
That's worse with every cup

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Matt Greenblatt

Matt Greenblatt

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA
Close
Error Success