TheBanyanTree: coffee and dogs

[Mike Pingleton]

off today and downtown,
sipping ethiopian harrar
at the aroma cafe'
sitting in the front window
watching the morning slip away while
behind me some loud suit
is pontificating to some
smooth-faced acolyte about
crop insurance, the stock market,
two sore thumbs flinging
broken glass down the shotgun
length of the aroma cafe'.
hunched over their morning money
neither took notice of
the short dresses sailing
pretty girls down the sidewalk, or
the sweet face dreaming in the stroller.
but time is money, and the view never
changes if you're not the lead dog,
dawg, and so off they go at last,
walking and talking right past this poem.
this is still a free country,
and you can bring your dog
into the aroma cafe'.