Coffee and his shop
I used to live next to
the coffee master and his shop
He was older and smiled
at me in a way that should
have made me feel uncomfortable
One time, oh I think it was a little after
eleven a young man in expensive jeans came
in and ordered coffee with gobs of sweet and fat
and the coffee master said,
“You don’t really like coffee –do ya”
I laughed so damn hard
I nosed some of my coffee
The coffee master looked at me
the way he looks sometimes
at young women and then went back
to his roasting and muttering
perfection
And for some reason
when I get real down and lonely
I go to a coffee shop and anytime someone
asks for some gobs
I expect to hear – You don’t really like coffee
-do ya
but its some yippy shit–some
jack ball behind the counter
who doesn’t like coffee
either –just a job
to pay the porn bill
and so the coffee tastes like
straw and stale almonds
pressed in puddle water
-served in a wide mouth cup
on dinky little saucer
and I’m the one saying,
“You don’t really like coffee -do ya”
as I leave before I can be asked
if I want a free refill
Speedy Pete
In this town I mumble
-here in the autumn air.
This town is a stranger.
The people are in a hurry
to say a thing and be on their way
I am like one of the old timers
I used to pour bullshit eyes and coffee
for at a slime diner.
One of them, nick-named
Speedy Pete, cause he drove slow
in a corvette asked me if I would leave
husband for an old
rich man and I told him
yes I would.
What I really meant to tell him
is I liked him the way he was
honest and blunt and sassy and reliable.
He always ordered the same;
chocolate banana pudding pie and a cup of coffee
with half of a creamer and carried
a picture of a model with a black lab
because he said -she looked like me.
There was little resemblance
besides she had brown hair and smiled.
This old coot with rotten teeth and dirty clothes
lived in the middle of the woods
without electricity or running water
but he came into town to see my crocked smile
He was always talking shit and saying this person
or that person was a fool and that people didn’t like him
cause he told the truth.
I’ve always been a bit of a mumble mouth myself
so I trained my ears to hear what he said and carefully
asked him to repeat what he said when I didn’t
and I’d smile when I said that and he would smile back
with rotten goof the way little boys do
when they got a good and dangerous idea.
The chain smoking cook and the big hipped waitress said,
he smelled horrid and I shouldn’t encourage him.
They said, to watch out for him or else I’d find myself in the woods.
When he died I was away at college and had been divorced
and didn’t find out until the summer after. I missed him
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