coffee café before late shift

A Poem a Day in September #17

coffee café
I’ve done lunch
I’m just killing time
until my shift starts

big flat white
how strong is that
I have to stay wide awake for …

an old party of five
is all smiling choppers
slick silver hair
and a perm
a rouge and an oversize handbag
so slow
picking paths through the tables
just in case of a …

it’s never too early in a day
or a life
to introduce kids to a fluff baby-cino
a small boy has rehearsed
time and time again
the way to best wear a milk moustache
his small sister though has a better cream curl
and mum and dad are just so pleased they could …

yes and sometimes
you just want it all
but in a world of mod-cons you can’t take it
because there’s the chirp of the phone
and a selfie to pose
no time to get your spoon
into a hummingbird slice
with such a generous dollop of …

coffee café
I’m just killing time
till my shift is ready
to receive me again but until that hour

there’s a man placing an order
he’s Macedonia or Greece
wants a take away that’s going to
stand his hair up …

© Frank Prem, 2016

Poem #18: I think a feeling (in words)

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