Sitting alone at a three person round
Who ever uses that third seat
Anyway, between the clatter
And clank of bagel slicers, coffee canisters
with the clickety clackety clucking
From soft hands pounding
Hard on computer keyboards
I feel like a dinosaur
Wishing for a quiet,
Peaceful coffeehouse
In which to put my real life
Pen to real life
Paper writing my day
And my life
Straight out of my brain
Through my body
And into the ether
Of the world
Like an overcaffeinated dinosaur
© Gayle Force Press 2015
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