Men Meeting For Coffee

A Poem Inspired by POZ Coffee

Coffee.

Cacophony

Ca-coffee-ny.

Fifteen tables

Maybe a score.

For twenty years,

For some, it’s more

Lived through:

The sexual revolution.

The epidemic that cost lost friends,

Changing life’s ever-changing lens.

Good to see you.

A hug.

Snug.

What a drug!

Middle fingers point in jest.

Men’s humor at its best.

Friendship expressed.

Truly blessed.

Hello.

How do you do?

What’s new?

You too!?

Have you heard?

He’s undeterred

That’s absurd.

No!?

Wait…

But…

So what?

Camaraderie

Not snobbery.

Well, maybe Hans

Who’s often gone.

Thanks, Hans, for going

And for not showing.

Here comes Larry,

Always with Ben.

Larry is

His dog’s best friend.

Ryan O’Day

Tells the joke of the day.

Dad joke.

Bad joke.

Mad joke.

Sad joke.

No hope.

Bill, the old bear,

His hair still there.

Mostly there.

Hand cupped to ear

Got it, damn near.

Barry, back from the gym.

Look at him!

Working hard to get a date

Soon now?

Or is old too late.

Jake’s tale:

He asked for a date

And got it.

About what to do?

He’d forgot it.

Blain canes in,

Shoulder aches,

Wobbly knees.

Give him something stronger.

Pleaeeeeeeese!

Spilled coffee on a chum.

Fumble bum.

Napkins  come.

Blotting begun.

Stain mostly undone

Wanna ride?

Need a ride?

Gotta ride.

Thanks.

Wiser now? Maybe.

Some  who want to be.

Some arrested for fun

In the first degree.

United by staying alive.

Found in each other

The drive to survive

Until there’s one alive.

So many kinds.

The quiet kind.

The proud kind.

The rowdy kind.

Some quick of mind.

Some refined.

Some over-kind.

The ties that bind.

The ties that bind.