MORNING PURSUITS

Walking,
past a wagon
of weathered wood
and rusted nails.
In the throes
of a grey morning's,
misty wind.

Sleepy eyes
call for morning
coffee. Somber
the day's mood
without singing
birds.

People in a rush,
seeking the elusive
pursuit. All, blank
expression and
eager eyes.

My excuse
is only coffee,
as the barista plays
my heart strings,
with a lovely smile.

Reviews

[Gee]

Love coffee, tastes all the better when people watching which reading this left me feeling as if I was

[mattavelli]

Hello, Rene! :)
I enjoyed this poem for it descriptions and mood. My favorite section was
"somber
the days mood
without singing
birds,"

I don't drink coffee, but you make it interesting.

[Rene Velez]

Thank you, much appreciated