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Coffee Run

Coffee Run

A Poem by Jack Joseph

Bob Dylan is giving me a dirty look
something about
me being
a wimp.
I just wanted a cup of joe
a couple of sugars
and a nice walk
but he looks serious
standing next to the counter
a steaming cup of his own
fogging up
from his hand;
I half tip my cap
half run away
into the
Bukowski narrowly misses me
in a blue Volkswagen
and Chandler lets out a laugh
at my expense
from an umbrella
on the patio.
I shake the coffee that
spilled off of my hand
and keep
At the light a limo stops
and Nora Charles
pops out of a tinted window
she asks for directions
Nick shakes his head
just inside the car;
he mutters something
about me not knowing
which way
is which
then begins to shake a cocktail
as the window
Two men in black
pass me
in front of my apartment
thumbing their way across the nation
on their way
to mexico
one looks over

flips me the bird
and winks.

I step through my door
and stop
shake my head
and smile.

© 2009 Jack Joseph

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Very fun read, great job I love the style of this peice

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Jack Joseph
Jack Joseph

Los Angeles, CA

I'm a writer, painter and cognitive science junky living in The City of Angels. I write poetry from the perspective of a bystander. I believe that there is beauty in pain and loss, a beauty that rival.. more..

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