05 January 2007

Starbucks

in the coffee shop
hearing the music bee-bop
I stop
after work
the barista at the counter
takes my order
a soy lattè
and a cookie
sugar that I need
in order to succeed
at resting
relaxing
calming
my nerves
caffeine has the reverse
effect
affecting peace in my
spinning head
my body dead
tired
not wired

mired in worry
over job children boyfriend
others enter the café
at the end of the day
children play
and dance about
and a man in boots
caked in mud
does homework from a thick
book
look at the rain
on the street
alternately pausing and
coming down in sheets
women with thin lips
wide hips get no-whips
a dude with a broken nose
and Cope in his pocket
poses tough at the
register to order his
cappuccino
with a double shot
hot
almost no one stays
to meditate
or contemplate the by-gone day
men in tight pants
with soft bellies
barely notice the time
as they drop a dime
in the tip jar
no one socializes
except two lesbians on
the terrace
beneath the awning
my moleskine rips
more coffee drips
the Mont Blanc glides
rides
slides across smooth paper
recording words
not heard
only written
peacefully after little
thought
only casual observation
and minor invention
little retention
of rhyme or meter
until the venti cup
empties

3 comments:

Kenneth Swanson said...

Thanks, Nick. Your opinion carries weight with me.

Kenneth Swanson said...

Yes, really. Furthermore, I was serious about your applying to Eastman or Juliard. But you'd have to turn that into a primary goal, and your guitar would have to become your life.

Kenneth Swanson said...

It's not as if you're not capable. High school will finish for you soon. You should start thinking seriously about what you want to do after. I think you have the talent for this.