I sit in coffee shops,
That’s what I do,
Sometimes outside,
To take in the view.
There I write poems
Or post updates online,
To let my friends know
That I’m doing fine.
I might have a big breakfast
Or occasionally brunch,
And if I stay long enough,
It might stretch to lunch.
Cappuccino, no chocolate,
Is my customary drink,
But after two or three,
I can’t hear myself think.
So I revert to a pot
Of refreshing Earl Grey,
Instead of just leaving,
It allows me to stay.
I quite like the quiet,
But am up for a natter,
With anybody else
There for that matter.
If I’m using my laptop
Which is not that robust,
To keep it performing
A wall socket’s a must.
Django’s and Steep Street
Are my regular haunts,
Eleto and the Hideaway,
And Brown’s on my jaunts.
I love Bobbies too
In the old harbour station,
And the literate Lift Cafe
By the regeneration.
There are a few others
I sometimes frequent,
But not conducive to writing,
So my time’s not well spent.
I sit in coffee shops,
That’s what I do,
Sometimes outside,
To take in the view.
,
Tony Quarrington 