I dabble in Beat Poetry. It's my favourite, aside from Poe and Thomas Hardy, and I had written this one some years ago. So I present here:
Optimist Blues by Joslyn Corvis
The thought of Coffee started me awake.
Like the darkness enveloping my room.
A sudden thought-----The Coffee Shop!
To get my Coffee fix
The white of my socks tainting the black of my clothes
Like powdered cream tainting the taste of
I pass my own building, the corner store, the Post Office, the thrift store. And the sky is . . .
With stars still sprinkled in the Black sky
Glistening like the dim lights from my favourite booth shining into my cup of Coffee . . .
Which I like
The taste grows stronger the closer I get, but when I am close enough I realise something.
The Coffee Shop is closed.
I never liked Coffee much, anyway.
Causes Joslyn Corvis Supports