The First Coffee Shop Encounter

 

 

 

In a smoke filled room

With dim lights

And coffee beans roasting

I hear a voice

Calling out to me

Amongst the chatter

And clatter

 

It sound masculine and deep

With hypnotic tones

Floating within my mind

From a distance

That my brain

Can’t understand

 

Come to me

I await you

To join me

In the dark corner

At a table for two

 

The soft feathery words

Cascaded across my electrical waves

Pulling me in the strangers direction

Without a thought as to why

My feet seemed to glide across

The ceramic tile floor

With an ease that was eerie

And delightful

 

Who are you?

I thought

Not one word

Vocalized

I am ancient

I am seductive

I am as old as new rivers flowing

But you can call me Vlad

 

Vlad who?

My mind whispered

Across the room

To an unknown person

 

Oh I have forgotten

To you I am better known

As Dracula

A name handed down

From my father

  

Dracula could this be real?

Did someone spike my coffee

I thought

As I looked at the caramel liquid

 

Your coffee

Has not been tainted

This is no trick of the mind

I am real and alive

Longing for a companion

To be by my side

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[G. Marie"floating on an..]

Wow I loved how this poem unfolded. For a moment I really forgot and did not realize this was a dracula story..... it was very romantic yet eerie when i found out it was about Vlad, or Dracula..... I loved how you gave this poem a great atmosphere out of the ordinary scene for a vampire story who would have thought you could meet up with the likes of him at a coffee shop lol....... great write!!!

[Ruth]

LOVE the vampire theme going on! Takes a lot to make vampires original these days but you do so really well love....I am in love with this piece...feels like there can be another sister poem to it lol
Brilliant work
xx

[Jibey]

I must say I'm not into vampires but I likked the way you created the atmosphere in the coffee shop and how the person heard a voice calling... Nice phrase: I am as old as new rivers flowing'..

[Coyote Poetry]

When I hear whispers in the coffee shop and no-one is near. Time to go home. I like the story in the poem. I believe Vampires would have a field day in coffee shops. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Larry Dyson]

hmm new approach ..in an old coffee house...as you said of My woman with blue eyes ..are you going to write more?