coffee morning

Published 2006

pungent coffee, stains my mouth, as

i sit and drink in my surroundings,

a carnival of unknown people, parade,

and talk, and shuffle around, each

balancing a steaming cup, careful not

to spill a drop, as chaotic roar

of countless voices, bubble

and boil over into incoherence - the

background noise of modern age,

conversation rendered silent, in

this coffee house

Reviews

[NoelHC]

There seems to be many poems on the Café about coffee, and that is so appropriate I guess. You have captured that atmosphere of so many people doing the same thing, while going about their own, different, lives.
I enjoyed this one a great deal. Like Ana, I am inking you one I wrote about coffee as well, called "Beyond"
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/NoelHC/1353726/

[Christopher Withers]

I wrote this poem some time ago, the first time I ever took my notepad into a coffee shop with the intention of penning something! Whilst I had illusions of looking like a suave literary guy, I probably came across as a pretentious book geek! :)

[Matching Socks]

Sounds like every morning of my life. :)
I wrote a coffee one too. I'm going to RR it to you. :)

[Matching Socks]

Nevermind the typo

[Christopher Withers]

Thanks, I'll check it out :)