The Cafe Cold

The cafe cold,

The coffee old,

The dusty stock

On shelves not sold.

The rusty sign,

The empty line,

The day turned bad

That had been fine.

The milk turned sour

The minute, an hour

The weevils in

The bread and flour.

The sour cream,

The sleep filled scream

The broken remnants

Of the dream.

The cafe cold,

The coffee old,

The dusty stock

On shelves not sold.

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    1. Thank you.
      It started off as

      The cafe cold,the coffee old,
      The dusty stock on shelves not sold.

      but was at risk of not flowing so I broke the lines in two and it seems to work.
      How’s your poem written from inside a poem coming along?
      G

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      1. ooooh. Very exciting. I’m looking forward to seeing it.
        Do you write them, sit on them and then publish? I have my hand hovering over PUBLISH while I’m typing sometimes. I can’t stand having a piece siting in limbo. It’s like I’ve somehow not finished it if I don’t press publish. You must be a patient person.
        G

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      2. I am an incredibly impatient person lol. But I only publish poetry twice a week on WP so I already had poems lined up. I have another 30 poems in drafts that I’m working on.

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