Coffee shop in Oregon <br />Door hidden in the wall <br />Smoke lingers 'round the table <br />Easy joking regulars <br />Caffeine and nicotine breath <br />Greeting my stumbling entry <br />I make my order <br />Without a verbal response <br />From the sallow faced <br />Gay man behind the bar <br />His fingers, with flour <br />And bits of clinging egg <br />The women in pictures <br />Homecoming beautiful <br />With their Coos Bay smiles <br />Adorning the shelves <br />Behind the Pepsi sign <br />There, sitting like an idol <br />A solitary Betsy Ross Butterhorn <br />Open package, date unknown <br />Presented like a treasure <br />An Oregon gem of untold value <br />I am tempted to ask <br />To detemine its provenance <br />An explanation for this shrine <br />Instead, I sit, with my coffee and cream <br />Eating my omelet of eggs <br />Under those Coos Bay smiles. <br /> - STD 2k<br /><br />Stephen De Marino<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/coos-bay-coffee-shop/
