Coffee for Kings

A short poem that I wrote about a man I always saw at a restaurant.

there's a man, who sits at his table.

Splenda and a napkin dispenser adorn his throne.

his loyal subjects stumble into their seats.

the servants bring him bread and wine, perhaps he is some kind of divine?

perhaps he's only a man.

 

and so he waits, to get his fill, of coffee that is.

newspaper tapestry, he's strewn all about.

is he waiting or is he wishing...

Reviews

[Cherrie]

watching people can be an endless source of amazement and oh how they can make a poet wonder. I loved the flare and flow of this, very nice.

[hmm]

Now this is simply amazing!
Love the imagery. Such a wonderfu write.

[E.M.Oglesbee]

Duder im not sure what to say about this but i defintely like it. It is very different and idk how to describe it