Coffeehouse Hell

We have all been there

A shiny lure that caught my eye: 

“This location offers FREE WiFi”. 

The mood of the place was hard to tell, 

lost as it was in espresso smells.

Wiggled and pushed to the corner booth, 

where I sat with laptop in hand. 

I surprised myself by actually enjoying 

the bounce of the nameless jazz band. 

Yet soon the band and voices grate; 

the low hum starts to rattle me. 

I must work, think, emote, and write...

ah, but first, my RPG. 

Headphones in place, I turn myself on; 

digital worlds of magic and swords. 

 

With Einstein proved right, 

glows of computer light

are where hours become absorbed. 

 

Flashing awake to the smells, 

the jazz band wails, “Oh, baby, take me back!”. 

To blend with the sound, many sights around,

(Hmm, that waitress sure has a nice rack!) 

I shake my head, take a piece of my bread, 

forgetting my coffee’s now cold. 

Looking down at keys, wish my brain didn’t freeze;

damn, I hate getting old. 

 

Wow, this place is distracting, 

why’d I come here again? 

Sure, the WiFi was free. 

Free WiFi, old friend. 

 

Can’t work at home, 

too quiet, alone. 

So to the jazz and coffee smells. 

 

I wonder a lot about the coffee I got. 

(sigh) Should this feel so much like Hell? 

 

Maybe the words in my obituary will be: 

“Cause of death was mediocrity.”

Author's Note

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