Coffee House Hell
The shiny lure that caught my eye:
“This location offers FREE Wi-Fi”.
The mood of the place was hard to tell,
Being lost in bread and espresso smells.
I order, then wiggle to corner booth,
where I sat with my laptop in hand.
I surprised myself by actually enjoying
the bounce some nameless jazz band.
Yet soon the band and voices grate;
And becomes a low hum that rattles me.
I must work, think, emote, and write –
ah, but first, my online RPG.
Headphones in place, I turn myself on;
digital worlds of magic and swords.
With Einstein proved right,
glows of computer light –
are where hours become absorbed.
Flashing awake to the smells,
the jazz band wails, “Oh, baby, take me back!”.
To blend with the sound, a blur of sights all around –
(Hmm, that barista sure has a nice rack!)
Shaking my head, a sip of coffee and bite of bread,
forgetting my coffee’s gone cold.
Looking down at my keys, wish my brain didn’t freeze–
damn, but I hate getting old.
Wow, this place is distracting,
Why’d I come here again?
Of course, the Wi-Fi was free.
Free Wi-Fi, old friend.
Can’t work at home,
too quiet, and alone.
So, to the jazz and coffee smells.
I wonder a lot about the coffee I got.
(sigh) Should this feel so much like Hell?
Maybe the words in my obituary will be:
“The cause of his death - mediocrity.”
About this poem
Just trying to write. We've all been there
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Submitted by jonp.adams on January 03, 2023
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,375 |
Words | 292 |
Stanzas | 11 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 3, 2, 2 |
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