IN THE BACKGROUND
Whistling patron
Shop-talking cops
Indistinct voices float from TODAY
Cold case generator purrs
Metal scoop grinds against ice
Blender commotion
Hiss of steam
Ceramic warmth on my fingertips
I sigh
Cash drawer slams
Tip jar jingles
Grocery carts rattle beyond the door
All join the silent passage of my pen on paper.
8 comments:
Time to soar, Anne!
You're on the poetry road! Yay for you!
I feel as if I'm having coffee in a quaint coffee shop in a small town. Your writing is beautiful.
I'm thrilled to see your poetry!!! I don't know how you can think with all the distractions. ;) HUGS
I like it very much, boa sister! I'm looking into the only poetry class offered and then I think I'll delve into more design. I could use some more knowledge in that area! Neat poem.
Yeah for Annie - it took a moment to realize - ah I am in a coffee shop. Since I used to work in one this poem was particularly fun to read. I'm glad your taking this class and opening your poetic wings!
Yes, I thought of a coffee shop too! (Maybe I have a one track mind!) Keep writing!
You are a poet for sure!What a wonderful gift!hugs NG
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