Just Another One of Those Days

Some Poems I Wrote At Starbucks

Caffeine High

We live in a Starbucks world
where kids can nurse
their ever-growing
caffeine addiction
with a iced triple grande
five pump soy
with extra whip
Mocha beverage
making their short lives
even shorter
by speeding through the day
on a caffeine high.


One More Cup

Just one more cup
then back to work I'll go
but no sooner.
I'll wait until the last drop
of that hot coffee with just the right amount
of sugar and cream
rolls down to the back of my tongue
and down my throat to join
the rest of the coffee of the day
and only then will I make my way
back to the office
to dream of tomorrow's
special brew.


Trash Day

Every day is trash day
when millions of Americans
toss aside
their day's waste
in overflowing metal cans
outside the shops
and food chains.
Empty cups and half-eaten bagels
line the sidewalks
because there never
seems to be
enough time
to walk an extra four feet
and drop off
their extra waste
into the proper receptacle.


MY Table

This is MY table.
I laid down my
notebook before
I went to order my drink
so I have the right
to prop my leg up
on the adjacent chair
as I relax
and unwind
with a cigarette
before I have to haul
myself back to
cleaning tables
and washing dishes
all night long.

Lost Planet of the Gods

Yesterday I was scanning my newly received bookshelf for something to read. I was in a science-fictiony mood and was being reminded of simpler times. There was really nothing there that interested me. It made me wish I had searched Half-Priced Books for more than just that MASH book. Bewildered by my lack of accomplishment during the search I turned to the one thing that may hold the solution to my dilemma; the television. So there I am, flipping through the few channels my broken antennae can pick up and amongst the haze what do my tired eyes recognize but two Viper starfighters flying across my screen. Oh what joy I did receive when the Battlestar Galactica stood before me. Appolo and Starbuck got lost while exploring a mysterious void that stood before the Galactica while the Viper crews fell ill to a mysterious bacteria. Shuttle pilots made up of mostly women were then sent into battle against the attacking Cylons as they cleared the way for a science vessel to land on an asteroid and find a cure for the mysterious ailment afflicting the Viper pilots. It was a two parter so I may check out the ending next Saturday. My thirst was quenched once more, but that wasn't the end. After Battlestar Galactica Star Trek was on. I didn't sit through the whole episode though it was playing behind me as I was thwarting the ever-growing zombie threat on-line. I still wish I had a book to read because my science fiction innards are rumbling once again and this time my TV isn't coming to my rescue. I'm settling by listening to some astro-rock. So until next time travelers,

"Fleeing from the Cylon tyranny, the last battlestar, Galactica, leads a rag-tag fugitive fleet on a lonely quest for a shining planet known as Earth."

Oh how I love Half-Priced Books

This is what I found tonight at a Half-Priced Books.

Its beautiful. It really is.
Now I have some reading to do.