Coffee Shop Composition
Coffee Shop Composition
In every coffee shop around the world
there’s a scene like this one:
As if boxers in a ring, at one table a young man debates an old man
As if boxers in a ring, at one table a young man debates an old man
about the politics of their religion, each one slugging their citations
from the holy book and a bunch of three-syllable-words.
Across the walkway, (the one which leads to a poet
like me), seven old ladies balance (what men call)
side-conversations with welcome rituals like spinning plates,
seven bonifide fire throwers. At that table, matching earrings sparkle
pearl-like pixie cuts swivel attention from one side to another with ease.
Both of these tables are colorful in their own way,
and there is only one that really grinds the poet’s gears.
(Poets are assholes that way.)
Above all three, though, in every coffee shop in the world,
Above all three, though, in every coffee shop in the world,
there is music