Coffee House


James walk’s into his favorite coffee house

order’s an awesome brew.

Fine’s a table in the back alway’a has

back to the wall.

James grew up on the mean streets of

Altanta, Ga in his short time on earth

he had seen his fair share of stabbings and shottings

He gets lost in a terrific poetry book.

So many great poets yet James knows he is living

in the greatest time in history.

The internet has brought so many great poets

to life.

James knows at just a click away he can ask question

and find the answers he is seeking.

So much talent you gotta love it..

He is spooked by a very hip looking chick

she ask James if he would like some company

James cant believe his ears .

He is so gratful for the coffee house once

more.He has meet a new friend until the end.

About https://poetbblog.wordpress.com

I love my guitar, poetry, reading, writing, living life on the edge, Don't worry their no strangers here just strange people, Be sure to let me know you stop bye and let your hair down. Grab some coffee and hope you enjoy.
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4 Responses to Coffee House

  1. I love getting lost in poetry books too!

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