Sub Heading Poem and/or A Good Coffee With You


We write from behind wide eyed windows
saddened with the knowledge that coffee shop
vows will lead us to empty pockets and full books.

We sit with feet on stool pegs
balancing, pirouetting, excited
by the prospect of empty cups and coffee’s dregs.

‘Order more, bring another cup’
She put the change upon counter top
and came back, fire colour haircut. The one