Friday, July 31, 2015

CITY OF COFFEE SHOPS

All our old granddaddies—
so impervious,
or else 

oblivious—
to this 
sort of heat

would be 
proud! at how 

even at ninety 
degrees—
there's these

seemingly hundreds of dozens of them—
swelling- 

up ev-
er-
y

second—at each 

new swerve 
of re-
cycled street;

thirsty to meet
and fain 
sell—you and me

their hot and sweet roadside 
water by the dipperful—like so much
dependable- 

but-preposterous
Scotch whiskey.
And we—

though glistening,
out-
landishly

overdressed—still dribble,
so

eager! to take them up on the whole 
crazy idea.

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