A Cup of Coffee

Sit and wait

The trees are playing with the wind,

Lack of faith

Sleepness arrives to the eyelid,

Is cold and clean

People are shadows in the streets,

Fog and the sun

Remembering warmth in sheets,

Motorbikes, cabbies, double-decker buses and lorries

Rumours outside and inside, rumours and roars

Yellow scarf is warm

Reminders in a Sunday morning,

The coat is to wrap

Dizzy thought of you smiling,

No sense and tired

The lady pulls her stockings,

The telly mute cried

And then your hand my coffee is taking.

Author's Note

You can see how interesting my Theatre classes are.

Reviews

[Danielle]

I like how you capture the randomness of life. It is nicely written.