caffeine free
coffee remaining
in half empty cup
long grown cold
former upper half
upon jacket, tie,
once white shirt,
pants, steering wheel,
dash, bucket seat
after racing time
in behind time rush
to grab and gulp
drive-thru skinny
grandé latte for a
normal hour drive
in twenty six minutes
Carl "Papa" Palmer, retired Army, retired FAA, now just plain retired, lives in University Place, Washington. He has seven chapbooks and a contest winning poem riding buses somewhere in Seattle. Carl has been nominated for the Micro Award and Pushcart Prize.
MOTTO: Long Weekends Forever
www.authorsden.com/carlpalmer
Thanks, Peggy, for posting this one, a reminder of how much I don't miss work.
ReplyDeleteCarl, your poetry is awesome! Love reading it. I will go visit your web page, too.... Sheri
ReplyDeleteNice work!
ReplyDeleteNice one, Carl. This gave me a nice chuckle. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!
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