Poem: Reminiscing on Coffee Shops

I miss cafes and coffee shops
With a drink that tastes burnt
Having idled to long on burners
Neglected by a bored barista
Who’s ignored my advances
Every time I’ve come in here
But her look of disdain 
With the drink that’s wasting time
Just like me creates an atmosphere
Conducive for ignoring bad choices
When you’re wrapped up
In the middle of one happening
Right before your eyes instead
If the slow train wreck of your life
That’s constantly in the rear view
Threatening to catch up at any moment
Slowed by caffeine and wax paper
Black and dark casting ephemeral steam
Disappearing in an effervescent way
Like all those mistakes won’t 
Just close up and go home
While I’m standing on the street
Wondering if my coffee shop will reopen
And if it’ll be the same without her
I’m sure my disgruntled barista has left
Me alone like everyone else so what’s new
Here in the rain waiting a bad choice
Actively brewing within me

Copyright © 2021 TJS Sherman All rights reserved.

4 thoughts on “Poem: Reminiscing on Coffee Shops

  1. There is something warm and welcoming in coffee shops and cafes. Do you think seeking the attentions of a bored barista who lets the coffee burn and become bitter is a metaphor?

    Good poem!

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