Do you go to fast food joints?

Question

Coffee Shop.

by C.S.Scotkin

Detoured from the usual route

drive a new, strange street.

small, white, spare building

glimmered.

Trellis, riotous band of trumpet vine

blaring orange notes, silent

invitation, come in, come in

welcome visitor!

Brass bell announces my presence.

old man at counter smiles a blessing.

I order coffee, a muffin,

extent of his menu.

Surrounded by walls of coolest green

heat of noon banished…gone.

table, windows dressed in arctic linen,

bentwood chairs beckon.

Old man grinds beans by hand.

Incense rising. No motion wasted,

Arabica ceremony, offering

served in old porcelain.

Muffin, studded with sapphires,

sprinkled with sugar, good wishes.

Tiny blueberries captured

in most tender cloud.

I rise to pay my bill, thank him;

true hospitality. Suddenly

struck shy…manage “this meant so much”

His whole being smiled, he said, “I know”

Answer 1

I love little down home coffee shops. They thrill me and the smell of incense and coffee and muffins are like an offering song to the gods. Thank you for this beautiful experience. I felt as though I walked through the doors with you.

Answer 2

me like "trumpet vine" parts a lot. me think you always sound happy when writing pome.

word pick good and make me feel "heathery" and "golden."

story not exciting, but okay.

Answer 3

That is awesome!!! You should try and get it published.

Answer 4

Wow very descriptive- i was right there with you. Great job!

Answer 5

I just got home from work (pouring concrete) and this was the first poem I read. Man was it relaxing--those "coolest greens" and the "heat of noon [being] banished" by your words really cooled me off, and then that "artic linen" was like turning on the air conditioner.

Thank you, I'm going to go have a cold one now out back under my shade tree.

Answer 6

What is the address to this place? A fun piece indeed... I enjoyed it with the hunger of the big man that I am.

Answer 7

Very descriptive and calming, I could almost smell that coffee. There is nothing like those little coffee shops, down the unfamiliar road that somehow seems so familiar and cozy.

Answer 8

The joy of simple times, simple pleasures, kindess all shine through in this poem!

Did you make that big gap or did the giant eraser erase a bunch of your poem?

Answer 9

And where is this place?   Catnip again?  lol   Atmosphere does make a lot of things much more palatable.  Poems also make words taste sweet.  Ring the brass bell again for this.