Black Coffee

Black Coffee

A Poem by Dannie von Österreich

Steam curls against the windshield of a
police car,
creeping up from a cup of black coffee.
A slow flashing light; red, green, yellow.
Periodically changing on a still street,
reflecting in last night's trickling rain and
blinking off and pooling into the tired
after-dark memory.
The radio mumbles over leather seats in a
desperate attempt at relativity. 
Consciousness is quick and darting;
ever jolting back and forth.
A fog seeping over the bay engulfs
the restless city lights; misty, fading.
The sun is coming up.

Steam settles on the glass pane of a weary
morning diner,
the yawn of a cheap black coffee.
Sleepy wanderers drift by in a haze; the
bums, the drunks, the alleyway women,
waking slowly with the rock pigeons.
The passive in-between-ness that noon
erases wholly with papers and sirens.
The sun is peeking.

© 2019 Dannie von Österreich

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Loved this. I'm not used to such an obviously contemporary setting in your writing.

Posted 4 Months Ago

a snapshot of moments... the reality is evident.

Posted 7 Months Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

That first line got my attention and I was absorbed to the finish.

You paint a very real picture here.


Posted 11 Months Ago

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Added on March 15, 2019
Last Updated on March 15, 2019
Tags: coffee, cafe, black, police, detective, lieutenant, fog, night, yawn, morning