Luce's Coffee House

August 14, 2013
By A.A.K. GOLD, Keaau, Hawaii
A.A.K. GOLD, Keaau, Hawaii
12 articles 6 photos 14 comments

Favorite Quote:
“It is said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. That is true, it's called Life.”
--Terry Pratchett


My sleepy limbs recognize
the warm brown door of
Luce’s Coffee House.
I feel them grow less heavy
searching for the establishment’s
finest cracking leather couch,
I claim it with my cracking leather jacket as an
artist stumbles up-stage to tap the squealing mic.
She fiddles with it so long, I have time to
repeat my order to the chiseled barrister.
Then, sunk deep inside my seat,
smelling hot milk and caffeine,
a couple words blur in static—
sounds so familiar,
I hear them even in my sleep.
There is a certain tone employed for
expressing poetry:
first the reader utters a whisper,
maybe clears her throat, or coughs, then
begins to articulate, a little too loud.
Murmurs in the crowd
dissipate like mist;
only poetry perforates
the thick, coffee-scented
silence
of the room.


The author's comments:
This piece was inspired by my experiences at open mic nights and coffee houses where the smells, sounds and sights create an environment of thought, rest and excitement.

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