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Coffee Shop Romance
He walked into Starbucks
Tall, with his funny Buddy Holly glasses
He shifted his weight, waiting for his drink
Scanning the coffee shop, noticing the young girl
Her feet upon an adjoining chair
Jotting notes in her small childish notebook
Our eyes met.
The barista calls out 'Tall Carmel Macchiato'
I avert my glance.
I knew instantly it would never work -
I could never be with someone that ordered such a sissy drink.
Moments later with a rush of cold air
He walks out of the door
and out of my life.
For whatever reason I decided I'd go through entries from last year that I had posted in here - and well, as much that has changed, nothing really has. Being single really brings out the existentialist in me. I find myself with all these stupid questions that 2 weeks ago I could have cared less about. I'm making a concious effort not to go down the artsy-hipster road again...hopefully music and art will be more than enough ways to channel my creative energy. I also hope to do a lot of cooking this summer.
I'm not sure why I decided to repost that poem from above. There's no deep symbolism today...it just makes me laugh to read it. That's the funny thing about poetry...take anything with a little symbolism and arrange it in a semi-abstract way and 'voila!' - suddenly you're an amazingly deep person. I went to Starbucks last Saturday for the first time in practically forever. Well, okay, 4 months, maybe? That's quite a long time to me.
Remind me again how I started writing in here again...
He walked into Starbucks
Tall, with his funny Buddy Holly glasses
He shifted his weight, waiting for his drink
Scanning the coffee shop, noticing the young girl
Her feet upon an adjoining chair
Jotting notes in her small childish notebook
Our eyes met.
The barista calls out 'Tall Carmel Macchiato'
I avert my glance.
I knew instantly it would never work -
I could never be with someone that ordered such a sissy drink.
Moments later with a rush of cold air
He walks out of the door
and out of my life.
For whatever reason I decided I'd go through entries from last year that I had posted in here - and well, as much that has changed, nothing really has. Being single really brings out the existentialist in me. I find myself with all these stupid questions that 2 weeks ago I could have cared less about. I'm making a concious effort not to go down the artsy-hipster road again...hopefully music and art will be more than enough ways to channel my creative energy. I also hope to do a lot of cooking this summer.
I'm not sure why I decided to repost that poem from above. There's no deep symbolism today...it just makes me laugh to read it. That's the funny thing about poetry...take anything with a little symbolism and arrange it in a semi-abstract way and 'voila!' - suddenly you're an amazingly deep person. I went to Starbucks last Saturday for the first time in practically forever. Well, okay, 4 months, maybe? That's quite a long time to me.
Remind me again how I started writing in here again...