#coffeeshop
I'm in this coffeeshop, see?
I'm supposed to be writing the story of my life
Because that's what I want my life to be
I want my life to be the story of my life
Written and rewritten and spoken and applause
Reaching people who want to know or
Think they know or need to know or
Just like jokes and tears
Because that's the story of my life
But I'm not.
I'm staring at her.
I'm peering over my mac
Staring at her
Peering at her mac
She seems nice
She sits with friends or coworkers or both
Eyes on the screen
Fingers absently twitching
Mugs of coffee cooling
And I want to walk up to her and say
Excuse me, but why
I was standing at that table a minute ago
There was a man there
And we were talking
About art and toasters and pencils and creation
Of art about toasters using pencils and it was
Engaging and exciting
Creativity discussed giving me the impetus
To go back to my mac and
Write more about the story of my life
But you came through
Between me and him
With your mac and your coffee
Excuse me sir
Was all you said
To the person with the coffee
And the lipstick
And the earrings
And blood red nails
And serviceable ****
In the leggings and boots and tunic in the blues and light hues
Of the modern woman
And I was so enthused
About pencils
And toasters
And art and
The story of my life
That it didn't hit me until I sat down
Excuse me
Sir.
Wow
The man gave you that table
Because he was one and you were many
Wandering through this coffeeshop, see?
And he left
He seemed nice
And you stayed
And instead of writing the story of my life
I tap tap tap and erase and tap
I peer at you over my mac
And want to ask you
WHY
What is it about me
That makes you think
I want
To be called
Sir?
But I don't
And that's the story of my life
Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 1:00 PM UTC
Surrounded by pastries and mugs.
A counter dividing us.
"What would you like" you ask
A table for two,
A bottle of wine,
To dine
with you
"A coffee" I reply with fuss
So I look bothered
Anything to cover,
to mask
The dream of making you mine.
Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 5:55 AM UTC
He smiles at me
May I take your order please
Cappuccino, latte, or me
Frothy steam
Coffee kisses daydream
Red lipstick blotch on the coffee cup
Thank you
Your welcome
Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 11:35 AM UTC
Stood by the entrance of a coffee shop,
Dark green t-shirt, burnt papers in hand,
The last exam solved, the weight lifting off my shoulders.
Friends around, a drink in hand—laughter in the air.
If I had known that was the last time I’d see you,
I would have cherished every second.
I would have gone for the hug instead of the fist bump.
I would have taken a picture with you, by the mirror,
So time couldn’t steal the moment away.
I would have ignored the world—every friend, every noise—
And given you my full attention.
I would have frozen time in the moment we stood side by side.
I would have known that your journey home
Was the path that would separate us.
I would have looked into your eyes and stayed there,
My gaze filled with nothing but love.
Feb 24, 2025
Feb 24, 2025 at 3:38 PM UTC
A life of my own,
where the light shins through curtains
and remnants of rain on the veranda
where we danced last midsummer
A little corner in the world,
where my childhood dreams
become the lens of reality now
dancing in the limelight
of an overachiever's dares
A coffee shop down the street,
a seat unoccupied
a muffin left uneaten
a glance at the heavy door
a coffee stain on the oakwood floor.
Jun 18, 2023
Jun 18, 2023 at 3:46 PM UTC
I seek coffee shops,
Quiet, hidden,
Tucked away,
Dark wood, mugs with fat lips,
Unobtrusive, corner seat,
Nothing forbidden.
Ah! The smell of the brew,
Nose tingles, Eyes closed,
Sublime fascination,
Moments to settle in and roots I grew.
A book opens or my laptop does,
Ambient sound soothes as a caressing touch.
My coffee arrives in its carriage comfortably so,
I reach out and pick it up,
All mine, nowhere to go.
Look around my wandering gaze,
Lost souls, finding their way,
With their thoughts through the haze.
What do I do,
I watch them wafting and waning with their thoughts,
Some with others yet alone,
Some alone, yet not lone.
Coffee companion, friend,love,
Subliminal cold or hot,
And without a word exchanged,
A clan, a tribe,
Community found.
What’s your brew,
Dark and strong
Or golden hued
Or perhaps pure white,
A dash of brown to bring to light,
Night or day,
Coffee in the shop,
Is my magic hop.
Jul 25, 2019
Jul 25, 2019 at 1:18 AM UTC
maybe we’ll meet again one day at the coffee shop in somewhere and then, the timing will be right and everything will be perfect
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 6:11 AM UTC
As I walk past your favorite coffee shop,
I look and see if you’re there.
Hoping that our eyes would meet again...
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 4:40 AM UTC
I fell in love in the frame of a window.
You looked at me and then turned the corner,
and then the next,
and then you were gone.
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 10:53 PM UTC
I sit here in a coffee shop
Staring at the empty seat across,
Imagining it’s you facing me,
Smiling big and talking deep.
I just enjoy staring at you,
Dancing in the air of confidence and sweet love.
Never been easier getting myself lost in those eyes
**** those eyes do speak, no lies.
Noticing me, you asked what happened
I would just smile and give you a kiss
I wonder what you would do
Would you smile me back or pinch me in my arm?
With a huge shock, I woke up, my head on fumes
I hate this waitress destroying my moment with you
I make sure, I gave her no tip
Well just a dry smile instead.
She’s cute but I am not interested
For I already have you.
Thank you God, I am a lucky guy
Blessed with an angel, a real one by my side.
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 6:15 PM UTC
2005
sunday
first day of spring
The world may start to come alive
Before in coffee shops viewed the world as gray
Now we hear the birds sing, wedding bells ring, queen bees that sting,
Wellspring
Shaking off winter chills and enter springtime blues
Here comes the sun
The hills with vivid colors and lovebugs and crazy daisies
Kids running crazy
Screaming, water guns
The weather becomes lazy
And starts looking hazy
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 11:48 PM UTC
sunken in couches at coffee shops
have been loved too much
by too many
cushions gone lumpy
legs that can no longer support weight
coffee stains that will never come out
though there’s been many that have loved it
there hasn’t been one that has loved it enough
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 4:53 PM UTC
the hum of voices in the coffee shop
is actually pretty comforting
even though I don’t know the stories or the how the voices sound when they’re angry,
there’s a conspiracy with the sound and my ears that make me feel at home
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC
the day starts with shirley
who comes in just after eight
for her 20oz chai
"what kind of milk?"
"doesn't matter"
punches her own coffee card
tells me about her puppy
kayla is next her hair and
makeup always perfect
about as nice a landlady as
one can have in a town like this
from there it's a constant
stream of people
who i watch out for and
who don't know i'm doing it
janice lives alone and thinks
people are stealing her money
doesn't understand
the tests her doctors want
she can't remember
what she always orders
it's a turkey club sandwich no bacon
on toasted oatmeal regular chips no pickle
a to go box for the leftovers
and some kind of chocolate treat in a bag
because she only eats when
she comes in here
two weeks ago
i accidentally switched
barb's 12oz soy chai
with someone else's
12oz whole milk chai
it wasn't enough dairy
to give her a problem
in fact she didn't seem
to remember it
but i made her another for free
nic stopped for his afternoon coffee
didn't laugh at anything just stared
blankly into space and said he
thought he was getting sick
had too many things to finish
the day before when i was waving
to him from the parking lot
so i took my dog to the
back door of his office and
we barked until he came out
patted us both on the head
and said he felt better
we're all creatures of habit
like mckenna who arrives
like clockwork
between one thirty and two
tuesday through saturday
leans on my bake case while
i count my tips and add random
ingredients to different drinks
in a reckless attempt
to break up the monotony
and he drinks them all
like clockwork
no matter how bad they are
rita doesn't smile since she broke her hip
in fact i haven't seen her since
walt got sick and he and joan
moved upstate to be closer to their son
i worry about something happening to ray
who will take care of rita?
whose laugh used to echo off the walls
and fill the place up
pat's smoking again and it turns out
he has congenital heart failure
gail had a fall, a stroke and
suddenly died
i make the same dumb jokes
only a few people smile at
i sing to myself
and people point it out
karen sits in her motorized wheelchair
ice and snow dripping from the wheels
onto the scratched, muddy floor
and tells me i'm pretty and funny
and have a beautiful voice and
i look at karen, her head tilted to
the side and spit hanging from her
buck teeth and wonder why such a
wonderful funny girl with a heart of gold
had to have the body she's stuck in
why life is ****
and why i'm trying
i swear i'm trying
fighting
for something
i don't know what
why we fight
why we try
to make the world
a better place
when nothing can really change
any of these dismal facts
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 9:23 PM UTC
A cup of coffee
+
Favourite song
+
Sun rays through
the window
=Heaven!
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 10:38 AM UTC
It was a beautiful night in a coffee shop
Warm lights soaking the scenery
Ordered myself a cup of English Breakfast Tea
Enjoying Jazz music
Then there was this beautiful lady.
Sitting while reading books
Sunk into her own world
It is indeed a beautiful scenery
It's like my mouth forcing me to say " hai "
I look at her.
A pair of brown eyes
Soft lips
Making a smile towards the book
Manipulating my brains to do crazy things
She drove me crazy with her eyes.
I don't know what's holding me back
Is it because that I'm shy or afraid ?
Can't take my eyes off her
Distortion that happened in my mind
Am I worth to ask what's her name?
Wondering of her name
Is there even a name that fits such beauty ?
I thought tons of names
But none of that pleased me
Drying up my cold heart
Frozen
Warming up my mind
Warmed
Hello, can I have the honor to know your name ?
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 8:44 AM UTC
i bring my notebook
into the coffee shop
writing down my
thoughts for the day
sipping on a frappe
i let my pen lead the way
writing and writing
about anything and everything
sitting in a coffee shop
with various voices
alternative music
all around me
meeting new people
focusing on my thoughts
letting the coffee fill my veins
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 2:49 PM UTC
The strong smell of coffee hit the breeze or the fan
Driving it to my smell, to my nose with a plan
What a blessing, what a gem
To be in a Coffee Shop at 9:30 Am
The sound of the chimes ringing, the glass doors swing in
The coffee lashing tin, the sound of the songs come so thin
How happy the sounds to them
In the Coffee Shop at 9:30 Am
Friends, business men, students, and fancy women
Anyone could be here from hero to villain
Where there's peace and mayhem
In a Coffee Shop at 9:30 Am
The ceramic mugs heat to the touch
With the temperature of the air conditioning and such
The dangiling of my skirt from waist to hem
The feelings I have in the Coffee Shop at 9:30 Am
The final taste of cake with coffee, mixture of frosting and bean
Last gulp of strong Arabica until the mug is clean
Still my favorite place from now and then
Me in a Coffee shop at 9:30 Am
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 10:58 AM UTC
If I had a coffee shop,
I'd call it The Lullaby.
There'd be sleepy yellow light,
And beer mugs full of
Iced tea.
I'd know all of the town
Gossip,
And hug the people who
Need it.
I'd have sandwiches
For rainy days,
And warm pastries
For snowy days,
And Potato salad
For hot days.
If I had a coffee shop,
Old men would sit at the bar,
Sipping their simple coffees,
And whining about the weather,
And the problems
With their cars.
If I had a coffee shop,
Old women would tell me
My cakes are made
The way their mothers used to
Make them,
And I'd serve them tea
In thriftstore
Missmatch teacups.
I'd fill my little Lullaby,
With work by unknown artists,
And strange trinkets I took
A fancy to,
And have books
About old actors,
And books meant to be
Read in a crowd
So you can imagine
The lives around you.
If I owned a coffee shop,
I'd play songs from musicals,
And garnish things
With mint leaves
And strawberries.
I'd have madalines
And my mother's coffee cake,
And her soup too.
If I had a coffee shop,
Maybe I could meet you.
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 4:19 PM UTC
It's early.
Quietly, I sip my coffee
listening to you talk about
your new favorite songs
and the latest movies
You pause to take a drink.
The sun rays shine
through the café window
onto the spot of your skin
that lacks pigment
Pictures cannot capture
the moment we sat
together in silence,
smiling cheerfully
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 11:29 PM UTC
I do not need the world,
At all.
The winds and the waves crash,
and the calamity ensues...
and I sometimes
don't even know.
people fall in love,
receive fame, fortune,
accolades and more.
Yet, there's always something missing.
Something still not there,
that wasn't there before.
....
I remember that feeling.
The craving, insatiable emptiness
That can only be filled one way.
And you're always pushing the line further
and there's nothing you won't do for just a day.
.....
It isn't that way anymore.
I have a new sense of dissatisfaction.
My heart can only be mended one Way.
In only one fashion.
Whenever I am not at peace,
I look to the sky
and the Lord reaches back out
to me.
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 7:27 PM UTC
I walked past the coffee shop
And I reached my pocket
Only to find my phone, ringing
It dropped on the ground, and shattered
What followed were painful moments
Of lonely nights and restless fingers
One day a bird showed up, asked me
“Which way the wind blows?” I said,
“It blows where you intend to fly, never stops”
Then, someone woke me up -
I felt disconnected from the ways of life
Was I in a long dream, or awake all the time?
It certainly did not seem either,
I had been mesmerized by the love
Of a lady, magical and distant
Who knew nothing but to stop time
And all that seemed disconnected,
Were in fact doors to her, the one
And such has been my way of life.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 1:00 AM UTC
The unique
drip-stain
left on coffee cups
is intriguing.
No two are
the same,
even if the same person
drinks from them.
But they aren't
all that different either.
A light tan drip
stains around the opening
in the lid
of each coffee cup.
Some are surrounded
by lipstick prints.
Others are just
a coffee drip-stain.
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 12:11 PM UTC