This poem was originally published on 1 October 2015.
I’m standing in line at the coffee shop, I will need one to go. I’m running late, I need to be somewhere. Maybe I should just go. I watch the clock, It’s made from mirror, Which I think is rather queer, But on some level it resonates true, Ah! My turn is almost near. I’m standing at the coffee shop, Ordering love to go. I’m running late, I need to be somewhere, Quickly now here you go. No time for sugar sachets, Drat! This stuff is bitter, Well, I’m out the door. Oh, how I wish I were fitter.