Away a year
Come back to find
Two of my favourite cafes - Gone!
A minor freak out cause
It's tough to find
A replacement that will function
Straight away
A new writer's refuge
In a single day
All those memories
Of the affable staff
Respected energies
The easy way we shared those laughs
My system thrown in disarray
Cause I don't just go for a cup a coffee
Or to sip there acting cool colossi
But I do, I do hunker in and brew
Let the ideas simmer and percolate
Behold my mind map escalate
Of it's own accord
As I watch the world
Saunter past - sometimes fascinated
Sometimes aghast
Nestle in
As I look within
Phrases spin
In the diary of a journeyman
The romantic notion of a roving poet
Does not include this rude encroachment
Of failed business
Of temp dwelling void
It's like they've dropped the bucket
Where I collect my words
Damnit, fuckit
Adrift, I curse
Desperate for a sonnet slug
Mouth is dry, I'm parched for verse
Just as well I still have my well
But I require, still, a terminal - in which to plug
Somewhere mellow, somewhere swell
To imbibe my favoured caffeine drug - hits
And now that I accept my favourites
Have suddenly vanished
Brand new digs need to be re-established
No easy feat, man
I gotta pound the streets
Like an ageing prozzie
Ambling, moody and melancholy
And suss the vibes
For a special haven
To settle in
To riff my rhythm, to work my pen
To let my stanzas come alive again