Coffee shop conversation

Coffee shop conversation

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
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Good coffee and a chess game is what life need to be. I miss the days of good conversation and chess games.

"
                                   Coffee shop conversation

Old man with a laptop asked me. Can you play chess or just a pretender?
I open the wood chess board. Set the white pieces on the board to my new friend and
I lay the black down for me.
He smiled and sat down. He told me. "Chess is like life. A good players played safely and never
test the game. Like life. Is it better to play the game like a robot than play the game of life and chess
fearless and unafraid?

I looked the old man. His eyes were serious. I told him. "It is who you are playing. Some games can
become personal. Some games are for pleasure."

He smiled at me and told me. "Today we play for pleasure. I don't care if I lose or win. Let's see
if we can extend the game and the conversation."

The old man told me many tales. He had wrote many book on life, war and human emotion. He told me
he fought in the Vietnam war and came home to gather his mind and his thoughts. He told me he had
killed and regret the memory everyday. He was saved by love. Dear parent and old love who stayed
with him till last year. She left him. The cancer stole her.

I sat in silence. The chess game was very slow. I was trying to lose. He laughed at my desire to forfeit the
game.  He told me. '"We need men like you. Not fearing defeat. Not afraid to express the truth. My
books are locked-up in the laptop. Dead-man words don't teach the world nothing. Better to be a alive
writer than a invisible writer using their words as a safety net."

I asked him why didn't he tried to publish his stories. This generation need to know the truth. Men who saw hell and back need to tell the people. War is s**t.

He smiled and looked outside at the Monterey sun. He told me. Too late for me. My words will die
with me. Blood and death need to be forgotten. I wrote down my brothers names who didn't return home
on a sheet of paper. I cried for them daily alone. I will join them soon. Old age is fair. Allowed us to
find some sort of peace in the world of s**t."

I lost the game and I would play many games of chess with my writer friend. He edited my poetry and
I got  published because of his desire to make the words perfect. He allowed me to read some of his
stories. They were not filled with blood and misery. He tried to see the good in the wild and crazy world.

His last words to me were. "A wise man can find good in the darkest of days. When I left Vietnam and touched
the United States soil. I knew I was alive and had a chance. I had to live for the friends left in the soil of Vietnam.
Today I'm thankful for my family, missed wife and opportunity to see  the sunrise and the moon rise to light the night."

I have become the Coffee house poet. They call me the insane Poet. I learn from the many good conversations
and chess games. Life is fair. Sometime we must lose to win. We must know  many lovers and have family at
your feet. Old man logic is the good way. One day. I will join my friend. Old soldiers save places for missed friends.

           Coyote


© 2014 Coyote Poetry


Author's Note

Coyote Poetry
Old stories left in old books. We need to keep old friends alive with words and memories.

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I love chess. This takes me back whenever I visited nearby city parks in our small town. I always see people and more often strangers to each others plays together. Enjoying the game and peace it brought them. That is why I could relate to this, because I had been to one and learned some stories too. You are a wise soul, sir. I enjoyed this much!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

10 Years Ago

Thank you. I learn how to play chess by the Monterey bay. I like meeting new people. People like to .. read more
captain

10 Years Ago

You're welcome.



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Oh my goodness.This is so beautiful! I absolutely adore it. The words are simple and vivid,that I imagine the scenes as I read.God bless.Continue writing.(:

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

10 Years Ago

Thank you Talesha for reading and the comment. We can learn from strangers if we listen.
Talesha

10 Years Ago

Well said,I'll remember that and no problem at all :)
That story was beautiful. I love the connection you had with this veteran. It is a connection many people long for with others. It was some wise words this man told you. It was nice that you shared them with us. Thank you.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

10 Years Ago

Soldiers are a brotherhood. Easy to talk to someone who can be in the same shoes you were in. Thank .. read more
PoetryPenPal

10 Years Ago

Your welcome. You deserved it!
Okay, CP. This is another piece with a lesson imparted in it.
" Life is fair. Sometime we must lose to win. "
I like the subject of this.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

10 Years Ago

Thank you Dhaye. Being the best don't mean you know true joy and happiness.
I love chess. This takes me back whenever I visited nearby city parks in our small town. I always see people and more often strangers to each others plays together. Enjoying the game and peace it brought them. That is why I could relate to this, because I had been to one and learned some stories too. You are a wise soul, sir. I enjoyed this much!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

10 Years Ago

Thank you. I learn how to play chess by the Monterey bay. I like meeting new people. People like to .. read more
captain

10 Years Ago

You're welcome.

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A Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remember .. more..

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