Tuesday, March 31, 2009

The Coffee Shop


Coffee Shop II by Dave Schipper © 2008 Rose Riversongs

In a small café she smiled from over the counter
Life is good, and God invented the doughnut.
There was time; different place, life was simpler.
Thank goodness someone invented sprinkles and nuts.

Now she warms her hands on the black cup and waits
Until she smiles and says good morning again
The doughnut gone but I pick the crumbs on the plate
Savor the French Roast and wonder where she’s been.

It’s just stories over coffee again
A warm place where smiles begin
We get lost in the troubles of the day
But treat each other in just the right way.

This morning did she wake next to a lover or a pet?
Did she stress over a test or just fluff her hair non-stop?
Too bad I couldn’t connect this morning, but
Life is good, and God invented the coffee shop.

It’s just stories over coffee again
A warm place where smiles begin
We get lost in the troubles of the day
But treat each other in just the right way.

Now it’s time to go, I’ll release her this time.
Let her escape my psyche until I think it over.
Yes claim that a stranger inspired this strange rhyme,
But I’m sure she’s someone’s lucky lover.

It’s just stories over coffee again
A warm place where smiles begin
We get lost in the troubles of the day
But treat each other in just the right way.

1 comment:

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