Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Starbucks and Amanda Meeting

         The new temple in this land is no longer a church, pub, or bar
         A place to shed anonymity as others speed by on streets in tinted windows cars
         The magnet for humans to dump shyness and strangers great
          Is the closest Starbucks to a lady pounding on a computer meet
          Conversations flow easily with the lights  not on low
          As opposed to  when the cocktails mask the pretenses trying to flow
          Today a young woman pounding on her computer keys back and forth to shake
To a poet observer confused that the artwork on the walls not moving in this phantom quake
Working on her homework sat Amanda for a college play
Coupled with a sense of dreams for a rewarding career to display
A sense of purpose to go on to teens in trouble and then advise
To somehow the path to their impending disasters revise
Any woman who is prepared to hours of apprentice servitude endure
Is a woman to whom all good things in this world should inure
          When this nation in its quest for Starbucks coffee decides
           To no longer get out of cars, to no longer go in and to remain enjoying inside
This nation will be in for the uncaring, invisible anonymity ride
With conversation and contact with strangers set aside
The walls of darkness outside the warmth of the human contact campfire
Will grow taller and thicker and will not soon expire
        © April 20, 2016, Michael P. Ridley aka the Alaskanpoet
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