Sunday Poem: The Writer

 

A man sits in a coffee shop

And falls inside his cup of Joe

He sighs and wonders where he’s at,

Sips and clinks, gets up to go.

A hand on his shoulder pushes down

And the stool underneath spins around

He’s not leaving ‘til it’s done

So he orders another one.

typewriter-coffee

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