Coffee Before Hello

Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Posts: 7,265
edited January 2012 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
A point of time is a story
that stops and starts,
and next, is rewritten.

A locked door without a coffee smell:
I look and see staff conversing within
shades of semi-darkness behind the coffee bar.

I will be kind if he door is unlocked,
and I check my watch again.
Open doors are a blessing,
and I give this door a few
minutes reversed grace.
I stand, and wait, wanting to be
a still life painting
of a coffee break.

Across the street the church tower strikes seven. Smoke rises scattering nimbly, undeterred by this winter morning rain. The smoke rises above the remaining snow stuck to the roof.

Red lights of streetlamps cut the fog. Red lights shining from the back of cars cut the fog. A red coca-cola truck turns left.

A movement towards me
out of the shades of semi-darkness.
I see more inside lights turn on,
and I heard a door unlock.
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
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Comments

  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    I like your coffee stories. :thumbup:
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  • Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Posts: 7,265
    justam wrote:
    I like your coffee stories. :thumbup:
    Thanks, justam! I'm starting to get back into the poetry groove.
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    That's good! :)
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