Coffee #2

I realize now I have to go,

but I wanna savor my coffee.

I think this could pass, but if it grows

should I bring my backpack with me?

If I bring my bag it’ll look like i’ve left,

then I’d look foolish coming back.

If I leave my bag I’m inviting theft,

and someone can embezzle my Mac

Coffee shop, oh coffee shop

I can’t do work in a coffee shop

I finished my drink. I rolled the dice.

Now I try to look bashful.

But I played with fire, and I’m paying the price

as I shove my laptop in its satchel.

I grab my coat and leave my chair.

The pressure tunnels my vision.

I walk with purpose, but don’t know to where.

I’ll use my intuition.

Coffee shop, oh coffee shop

I must do work in a coffee shop

I never considered I may need a code,

and I still don’t know where I’m going.

Then I spot the sign like a desert mirage

and approach like it’s a pin, and I’m bowling.

The door’s unlocked so I take my seat.

At last, I feel at home.

My heart can rest in sweet relief.

I pull out my phone to write this poem.

Coffee shop, oh coffee shop

I finally did work in the coffee shop