Coffee shop

Written while in a funk in a local coffee shop

I choose a table in the middle 

To feel like I'm part of the rush.

Regulars are identified by their silence 

Receiving their drinks without need for a word.

I stumble over my order...

One small? tall? short? Fat ameri-frappé please hold the dairy...

I'm certain I did it wrong

Every hole in the wall has its own lingo

To distinguish those in the know

From those who wandered in 

 

I'm a wanderer, without a doubt 

The man behind me is impatient 

He's one of the silent ones 

Unsmiling in his dress shirt 

I wish I were a real person like him 

Who knew to say short instead of small

And didn't sit alone at tables 

Writing phrases no one cares to read.

Reviews

[Robert Parlange]

Human beings are pathetic creatures; both social and territorial at the same time. Is it any wonder we are all crazy.

I like your style of poetry. Observations of life are always interesting. And your interpretations.

Keep writing. People will read your work.

[ARLorenz]

Thank you. And yes all are crazy in some capacity

[Addict With a Pen]

I love this piece!! Very creative, I love the title and the topic. The personality types you played into this poem were perfect :)

[That Guy]

Coffee! Ok... My eyes ran to read, because as I opened this page, I hold in my hands 5 shots in a tall cup no ice! You nailed it thank you!
Now to people watch!

[ARLorenz]

Enjoy your observations
Thanks for reading

[iamshadowine]

its a really great piece! keep writing :D

[ARLorenz]

Thanks! I plan to