Ode poetry sometimes sings the praises of the everyday. Write an ode about a favorite coffee or tea shop. What makes it yours? Write about the atmosphere, or the people who craft the beverages that make your day bright.
~ TweetSpeak Poetry serves up an ode to a coffee shop poetical prompt. You in?
Blue and white boxes of incense, two stacks of
books, several CDs, and some business cards, brochures,
pile on a re-purposed kitchen hutch, rough edges, painted
wood displays local wares.
Toast and coffee compete for space in the uppermost places of scent-thick air.
Spicy orange tea, stone-ground whole wheat, bagged
chips and canned drinks, organic, line the left side
shelf along the same wall as the couch,
leather and brown.
A duo tends the till, a wide, stainless galley kitchen, and a drive-thru window.
What’s that smell? my husband asks as we wait
for her to run the card. Driven by olfactory, I record,
and hold places, times. College I say. The food co-op; granola
girls with hairy legs and bare toes; brown farm eggs; hot drinks;
and garden foods.
Turkey with pickles times two, a veggie sandwich, extra mustard. Coffee, black.
Bright light blinds – a stranger pulls
the cloth shades, casting rays slant
down. Patrons talk, read free
newspapers, some even hold hands.
Thick-cut, salty chips and sparkling raspberry juice make us drool – we call it dessert.
Thanks we say to the bearded man
behind the counter. My husband chews a toothpick,
our son burrows in a book, and outside, on the sunny
sidewalk I hold my coat in one hand and a
new box of incense in the other.