Coffee Shop Blues

Bakers and coffee shops

Line the streets,

And I find myself

Nestling inside a few

To find a comfort

Only coffee beans and bacon

Can provide.

Warming cold hands

From frost;

Warming strangers to the

Idea of companionship

And togetherness.

Wholeness.

Mugs and teaspoons

Hold a special place

In my heart;

Teapots and saucers have

A special kind of solace

That I find myself

Nestling in

More often than not.

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Hannah Collins

Wed 2nd May 2018 22:02

A warmth in this poem, really enjoyed.

Hannah

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Graham Sherwood

Wed 2nd May 2018 13:39

For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons

TSElliot.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Wed 2nd May 2018 12:09

Superb piece - imaginative and beautifully written - the common experience raised to an Art form.

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