Coffee Shop

The sliding doors,

the tile floors,

the bawdy, aweful furniture.

Did you know

I can't let go

of coffee and cigarettes?

Here, there, everywhere,

I can't compare

the it, them, they.

The countless hours

and mindless showers

of rain along the rooftops.

The city sirens,

street lights brighten,

the town I walk in sleep.

The records spin,

the waitress grin

as my order trips the screen.

My wayward spirit

fights the bigot

that stares me down instead.

The paperback novels

manage to boggle

as the papers bleed out the news.

That sweet aroma

meets my persona

as I finnaly drink - deep.

Forget the cream

and hold the steam

I need that shot of espresso.

Nothing beats

that fluid treat

that holds my life in balance.

Mmmmm.

Reviews

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"Did you know/I can't let go/of coffee and cigarettes?"
There's something magical about that line. I couldn't tell you what if I wanted to, but damn, I love the idea.
"The city sirens, street lights brighten, the town I walk in sleep."
I'm not sure if it was your intention, but as an insomniac I can relate to these lines like a lover. The visions and memories they bring to my eyes just scorn me. It's so good. I can picture the world perfectly though you have written so little.
All I can remember is really wanting some coffee, really wanting to forget everything and try to sleep.
This is a wonderful poem.
By the way, the ending was funny and completely unexpected. Lol.
100/100