In my pre-seminary existence, I was an employee at the Hastings "Hard-Back Cafe" in Canyon, Texas. And as much as that job sucked, I enjoyed getting paid to serve people my favorite legalized drug.
For a period of time, I would compose coffee-inspired haikus and tape them to the wall of our Cafe storage room. Scrawled on stolen bits of receipt paper, the poems fluttered when the door would open. I was pretty proud of their extemporaneous character and perhaps a bit smug at my own cleverness.
Sadly, my boss, who was less than appreciative of the art of verse, made us take the poems down. But they were rescued by a fellow coworker who sent me a few of the poems via MySpace. Here are some of the better ones; I particulary like haiku #3.
Well trained barista
Works magic with espresso
Voila! a Mocha!
Work in the cafe
So many drinks to make
Tall, grande, venti?
Sweet nectar of life:
We worship the caffeine god-
Make mine a venti!
I miss my my job...at least when I was serving coffee to the huddled masses, I did not have to write final papers. Four days left, 2 papers to go. Come, Lord Jesus!
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I like haiku #3, as well. Good stuff. We all need more poetry in our lives. And less finals. Seriously.
WOW that's lame, youku is china's youtube but since you're a Texan I wouldn't expect you to know that.
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