poker game
I thought I might write a
beautiful poem after finishing
5 pages
and 20 minutes of jazz.
I cannot think of words, and words
don’t come out of my keyboard.
I click, and the keyboard sounds
tick-tick-tick.
Can you hear it too? But you are on the other side of the
paper, and there is a
Japanese man next to my place.
He does something on this laptop
& there is this woman who comes and goes
and observes people
& a girl who carries 2 laptops, an iPad.
I like my recently purchased headphones too.
There are poker players in front of me.
Some of them are friends
Occasional visitors, and a coffee barista. But -
If you sit at my place, you would find
Only the barista is a regular.
The others? They don’t like coffee.
I ask though, to my notepad,
What is the point of this poem ? Just like
A poker game -
There was a rain outside my window
A few hours ago.
It is now mist just at the same place.
Mind you, go bring me a tea.