The rain is falling
In my coffee
And I’m like
What the hell.
I place my hand
Over the cup
And I get soaked.
So I rush to the car
Like a vaudeville
Comedian,
Powerwalking
Like an unfit date,
The way quaint
Files a complaint
To the Weather
Channel.
And I think
Should I go on
Reciting this poem
In my head?
When I get to the car
Will I write it down?
No. I’ll just stick
To the phrase:
The rain is falling
In my coffee
And I'm like
What the hell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem