Coffee Shop Lamentations

Coffee Shop Lamentations 

This is my coffee

I couldn't afford.

I bought it on my own accord.

The foam begins to split apart,

A melting sensation 

At mid-way start.

The center displays 

A snowy leaf 

That peals to thread

Like a coral reef.

I said I'd make this poem brief.

Desperate need of some relief.

Should throw in a theme about my belief.

In slanted letters,

On the mug,

Says: A Cup of Coffee is Like a Hug!

A real hug 

Sounds kinda nice.

One that doesn't have a price.

This cup of coffee 

Just doesn't suffice.

A moment of relief,

From deprivation,

My taste buds dance,

In celebration.

A moment of peace 

From a major migraine.

A shirt that speckled 

With coffee stain.

Just a minute to relieve the pain.

To think I might not go insane.

Out side the shop,

It begins to rain.

Don't cry, 

Dear sky,

We'll be okay.

Though it's a hefty price to pay,

To do the stuff

We know is right,

To not go quite 

Into the night.

You might not have 

To swipe your card

To do the thing

You know is hard.

Now my coffee's reached the end.

Of all the money 

That I spend 

On a weak willed heart

I'm supposed to defend.

This broken clock I try to mend.

All the rules I try to bend.

But there's only so much 

Space in a glass.

5 minutes to pretend 

I'm upper class.

Try to do 

Enough to pass.

But the coffee always disappears.

The warmth will be

Replaced with fears.

Too many rocks 

In a head of gears.

But sometimes time 

Decides to stop.

Times it's in 

A coffee shop.

Sometimes someone sit's across.

And something tell's you,

He's the boss.

He directs his gaze

Straight to my face,

He says, 

"You are not a mistake.

In this time and place.

It's hard to believe,

But you're not lost.

You're my little girl.

And it doesn't cost."

This poem I dug back up from about 9 months ago.  Still feels relevant.