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coffee shop

Contributed by poeticjestix on Thursday, 26th May 2011 @ 11:59:05 AM in AEST
Topic: ambiguous

She takes a drag on her last fag
her brolly bashed
clutched low, arms stashed
crouching low, she takes a draw
rain changes tack
brolly snaps back
trickling dirt rolls down the drain
the fag is dropped
'tis such a shame
she looks back in the coffee shop
most welcoming, seen through rain drops
that melt the colours from within
a warm seat waits, a welcome din
she pulls forlornly at the door
the sign says push, it's such a chore
a gust accompanies her inside
her partner opens his arms wide
and looks at her, like a drowned rat
her coffee sits where she was sat
the newspaper lies open too
comfort regained as if anew
she swears that tomorrow she'll quit
a web of lies everyday knits
her partner laughs as he does know
later he will have to go
to a shop for her next fix
meanwhile they sit, she takes a sip
the froth is cold, the coffee hot
tension released, loosening of knots
attempts to start a conversation
lost as geyser rudely awakens
spouting froth, another cup
aroma, warmth and other stuff
chairs grind hard against the floor
as others join this open store
a time of comfort, heaven sent
outside, wind lashes, bumps and dents
for a minute , all within look out
as bags and debris blow about
until the suns light rays shine through
and trickles turn to drips or two
both cups lie empty, warm and stout
they pay the bill then quietly out
the air is clean, a quiet street
but soon there will be noise and feet
now relaxed, onward they stroll
both feeling good and standing tall
but soon her head will start to nag
a new brolly and a fag

Copyright © poeticjestix ... [ 2011-05-26 11:59:05]
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Re: coffee shop (User Rating: 1 )
by Natkingcole on Friday, 27th May 2011 @ 02:33:44 AM AEST
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Good poem, I enjoyed the ending, I also like the use of run on lines :) and fast pace prose writing.

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