Tag Archives: coffee

2023, Ohio River Valley Literature, poetry, the no-scape, Working Class Literature

there aren’t enough late night coffeeshop nights

the coffee
the company
are good – there just
haven’t been enough late nights
not nearly
to feel normal

I almost forget
I’m turning into an old man
sitting across from you
watching the rudeness
of other customers,
the manager who
saintlike
leaves the coffee pot

me making you laugh
at stories of days, of hours
when the world insists
we must be apart
from each other
working

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2023, Ghazal, Ohio River Valley Literature, poetry, Poetry Month 2023, Working Class Literature

Ghazal no. 1


High winds and rain haven’t erased us yet.
The coffee is hot and good.

This old house sings with the wind like my old man hip
but I am grateful for coffee that is hot and good.

My old dog Barleycorn hates the high winds and finds no comfort
panting like it is too hot and there is nothing good.

I never saw myself being this person, worrying about a roof
but more some ignored bit of rock on the road, hot and good

so it feels ungrateful (I know) to scream I am weary and my hip hurts
while I am blessed with you and coffee that is hot and good.

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2023, Ohio River Valley Literature, poetry, psychogeography, the no-scape, waterfront

Day 36, 2023 (no. 3)

no. 3


It’s all waiting
waiting and coffee
counting tugs
watching lines
and coffee
and waiting
at the land between the bridges
as the river disappears
into two horizons
waiting and coffee
conversing with young grackles
over this morning’s coffee
and the sun comes out
to say hello

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