A poem about nothing

He stirs his coffee with one of those
Horrible plastic swizzle sticks,
Then lifts it from the cup,
Froth dripping and places
It on to his tongue.
I guess we all have bad habits
I am by no means exempt.
He's tall, or so I perceive him ~
His torso of course could be
Longer than his legs
Its hard to tell in this café
With a kitsch cloth
Covering the tables.
The man behind the bar
Flicks and wipes
As the cashier swipes numbers.
We have a cruel sun today,
Cruel because it belies
A capricious wind
And the odd hail
That whips across
Desultory shoppers.
I fumble with coins
To the burble of chat.
The man with the
Possibly long legs
Pontificates -
Something about existence.
I feel an urge to take
The plastic swizzle stick
And flick, fake milky froth.
I have a bad habit
Strangers have a curious
Effect on me -
I have an over vivid imagination.
A possibly tall man
Wearing a deerstalker
And two days stubble ~
I wonder if today will be the day
I shall write a poem?








Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-03-04 at 11:01

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Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Hi Elle...

Nothing you write is nothing...

good poem

xxx Stan
2009-03-05


Sid Gardner
Its called'Life Writing'... and from a true wordsmith.Thanks for this one Elle.
Sid.
2009-03-05


Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
You made me smile as well, and Kath's comment... it says a lot. :-)
2009-03-04


kath
I so loved this poem .. about nothing and simply everything .. because there is a universe of happenings taking place in this world inside your mind ... and it is a pleasure you let me in on some of it .. thank you this made me smile at the day lying ahead of me ....
2009-03-04