Coffee cups and plates
Used by those
A soft word
Can I take your order?
Here is your check
A hand over the loose change
Existing for another
Cleaned and cleaned again
Old wood pattern
Reflections of the ceiling lights on the scratches
Lines and curves
Heads tilt one way then another to see the next story
Shiny pictures of experience
Different wrinkles of age
More tales of years past
Another song from the road
A bard for dining patrons
The owner presses the switch
No more stories until morning’s light
Late night waiting for the first rush of the day
Coffee shop table
We are its props in the play of life
I love the idea, but I think it would have more impact if left to the style of the first stanzas, with the sentence leading off into it’s multiple endings.
Thanks for your input. I went from a timeless descriptive mode to a more narrative mode where time moves forward, ending with the events of the shop closing. I guess I was aiming for the passage of time to illustrate the play of life. It did lose punch, but I think I got what I was looking for when I wrote it.
As I was writing it, I expected the person sitting across from me at the table to show up in the poem, but she never did. It surprised me that the poem ended up being front and center about the table. I guess sometimes you never know how a poem will turn out.
The minute I started reading this poem I fell in love. It’s true that you can find the best inspirations in a coffee shop.
Oddly, I was not in a coffee shop when I wrote it. But yes – how many coffee shop, diner and restaurant tables have a particular poetry notebook scratched during its years? Glad you enjoyed the poem.
Love this,… but somehow I think certain coffee shops are still abuzz with others’ stories even after the lights are off and the doors are locked.
As the moonlight slowly sweeps through the window across the table, the stories are told…
I love this. thank you.
You are very welcome!