Find Coffee With Me

we all met

at one of

those regular haunts

a lovely little

English-themed pub

crowded full

with workday end

noise and smoke

and my usual nerves

tangible

had me sitting

alone in a

padded corner

drinking pint on pint

and drowning in

views of you

smiling and dancing

excited contentment

wrapped into

another man's

arms

interminably

until we

broke free

and staggered

through town

headed for any

club past the point

of caring about

consequences

or mornings

or all other things

on the horseshoe

bridge leaning

against chill and

buffeting

breezes

all laughing

in gasping

and shared

absent sense

and oh so amused at

someone's suggestion

that maybe we should

find coffee instead

a chuckle prolonged

and then caught

like that sideways

glance I connected

with you

no doubt

not intended

but then

perhaps

it is time

to find coffee

after all

Reviews

[blakjassy]

Having stood on that bridge in that state this poem appealed to me greatly! A regular past time during the years of my misspent youth.

I can almost see the interior of the pub with its English themed decor and oversized beer glasses! The same rowdy crowd in them all.

And I agree, by that time it is definitely time to find coffee after all!