Beans To The Rescue

Beans To The Rescue long poem

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5am, the vending machine rattles, groans, collapses
Violently, I kick it, yell at it, shake it
The green tea can is grinning at me, mocking me.
A passerby opens his fresh can of beer
he sees me desperate for a drink sitting on the floor of the subway
smiling, he gives me the drink, he topples over.
There goes the beer can
Keyboard clicking, people in suits, the Big man everyone sees and gets to work
Boss calls me in the office, offers me some scotch
lets me go because I don’t unbuckle his belt
I snarl
Dragging my feet home at 12 midnight, typing furiously onto my laptop
writing to my on-again-off-again lover about today
he only says “k”

I swing myself to the coffee maker, this old guy, he tries his best every night to make me the best cup he can.
He never disappoints.
He allows me to consume him till I am filled with utmost content.
He always gets me in a gooey mood
He is coffee beans.

I plop myself into bed,
I tuck myself in,
“That was one hell of a day, but its okay”

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Bo Lanier

interesting, creative, nicely written. i like it.


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