Poetry – John Grey ‘Less Real Coffee Shop’

Less Real Coffee Shop

On the way home,
stopped for a coffee
at Ronnie’s Roasters,
no such place of course
but, then again,
home feels like
no such place sometimes…
anyway, it wasn’t just me
in there lining up for
the latest in Java from
ail over the planet…
New Guinea, anyone,
choice Sumatran,
and who knew what
those Hawaiian islanders
were growing and picking
and grinding when
they weren’t riding the wild surf…
it was America once again,
unwanted where I live
but accommodating
when I have the money and the thirst…
a table, a paper, pretty co-ed
haphazardly rippling though a book
on Applied Mathematics…
temporarily in heaven
sipping ambrosia…
but then someone I know says ‘Hi!”…
this isn’t a new experience…
the coffee house may not be here
but it’s been here all the time…
“How’s…?”
he says the name of some woman,
I forget who…
I’m with A… now I tell him…
he just says “Oh”
and real life is never spoken of again…
it’s movies, books, music…
more unreal stuff…
and then we drink to each other’s health.
as if we’ll need it
where we’re going.

John Grey is an Australian born poet, works as financial systems analyst. Recently published in Bryant Poetry Review, Tribeca Poetry Review and the horror anthology, “What Fears Become”with work upcoming in Potomac Review, Hurricane Review and Osiris.