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Coffee Shop Blues

Poetry By: kukaburry
Poetry


Tags: Friends


Saturday night coffee break.


Submitted:May 27, 2010    Reads: 36    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Saturday night is like swimming in

A haven of perkiness.

Urging

Myself

Downtown

Where lowly lives dwindle

On a thread of tear-stained hope.

Tears

Fall

SPLASH!

I spot a twisted treat disguised

By Mr. Hershey.

Slowly

Swigging

Coffee.

Giddiness emerges from a deep crevice,

Stirred by the wand of first-rate java.

Happiness

Becomes

A lie.

An entrée of men materializes before me

As shrieks of fellow banshees vibrate in eardrums.

Never

Talk

To Strangers.

The dull and short-witted follow in pursuit

As I am left with the bill in my grasp.

True

Friends

Forever.

The comfort of my pillows lull me into a haze.

I can't wait for next Saturday.





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