ANOTHER COFFEE
Over and across from the coffee shop
was a coffee shop
What a strange idea she got – in her head
To leave one coffee shop
And cross-over to the other
With hardly a time gap between
…
But – she did it
To her own surprise – she did it
“What kind of nonsense is this” she thought
Ordering a Latte but not in a tall glass
She never liked tall glasses
…
Whilst collecting her drink
She glanced round the room
As though the room could speak
And tell her why on earth
She had gone for another
coffee elsewhere?
…
So finding a space in the busy place
She sat staring straight ahead
Hardly even wanting the coffee
“Just at this point…” she thought
“In this story…” she thought
“Something should justify this move”
…
But instead the traffic noise outside
Drowned her in her own thoughts
She struggled through her drink
Not knowing what to think
I have days just like this.
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Yes we humans do…👍
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Ha, been there! Sometimes I need a smaller room to corner my thoughts. Too much coffee doesn’t help
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I like that – ‘corner my thoughts’ feel a poem coming on…👍
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