Coffee Shop Chronicles, Part 1
The rain will drive customers
in or away; you can’t predict.
Make the muffins anyway.
Play Fleetwood Mac radio.
If it’s Monday, the milkman
will drip in toward the fridge
and tell you good morning even
if he really doesn’t mean it.
He may even buy a scone.
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I love how this poem instructs the reader and includes us in its world
The wonderful “objective” feel of this poem–“you can’t predict”–is what gives it charm, and sets up what comes next in the sequence…