THESE RECORDS NO LONGER PLAY THE MUSIC OF MEN

The collected poetry of a pretentious mid-1990s grunge kid.

For a brief period in the spring and early summer of 1994, I was a famous poet.

This is the record of my shame.

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

pretty girls in coffee shops

Pretty girls in coffee shops
piss me off
with their dresses
and their sweaters and their
big rolled up jeans
and their fingers
and their steaming cups of latte
and their laughing
and their card games

pretty girls really don't belong
in coffee shops at all

coffee should be like
alcohol in reverse
and a coffee shop should be
like a bar in reverse,
a place
where you go not
to forget
but to remember--
burn your tongue
on endless cups of thick,
black, bitter memory

FREE REFILLS!
OPEN 24 HRS!

Table for one.
Cheating at solitaire
with late night coffee shop cards:
The Seven of Worms
The Jack of Ashtrays
The Ace of God

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