Starbucks Poem by Sidi Mahtrow

Sitting slowly sipping the latte
Notebook open, tapping keys,
No social outing is this.
Business as usual, before on her way
Just another multi-tasking day.

Looking around to see
What the environment will be
Rain and cold wind is
What those who outward venture
Will face in their morning commute.

The coffee's grown cold
A last sip, if she's bold.
Cup doesn't last long
The cup's been down sized
Tight economy, spending wise.

On a table not far away
Morning paper's there to stay.
Left by the couple going out.
Maybe just a glimpse at the World news?
Have to get some other views.

But no, another guzzler's got it now,
Wouldn't have made a difference anyhow.
One final look around,
Time to go; there's the iPhone's chime
Not a call, just a reminder of the time.

Who would know that she's living in
The old car she came here in.

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