I'm writing this blog in a coffee shop,
trying to deny I enjoy it I'm not.
The way people look, the way people stare,
whispering 'Look at that hipster in his hat over there.'
I don't mind at all I can take it, it's fine,
there are more important things to fill up my mind.
Like why is my cup getting emptier? Seems wrong,
I can't have been sat here writing poetry that long?
And why is that girl sitting opposite me,
not looking at me romantically?
Instead she seems worried and a little concerned,
one day my rhyming will woo her, she'll learn.
And I've got work in a bit, I really should go,
get in the right frame of mind to put on a show.
Make myself seem engaging, make my words light the room,
else people will get up and leave far too soon.
I've been paid for two hours and two hours I'll do,
whether you're there to hear them is really quite up to you.
So enough with the couplets, it's going too far,
it drives people nuts for a minute, let alone an hour or more.
It's fallen off a bit, that last line was crap,
now people just see a failure sat wearing a hat.
'Get up, get out, you've outworn your stay!'
The coffee shops rejects me, I'll get on with my day.