Coffee Snob Sonnet

by Joseph McCombs

A troubled world made weaker by a thought
Can be escaped, and for a time be lost
While in a cafe. Surely this is not
A coward's path, considering the cost

Of daily life, compared to one small cup
Of coffee. Dusted chocolate on my lips
Succeeds in many ways to cheer me up,
As do strangers trading learned quips.

But here, I must confess, I much prefer
The solitude I take in sullen mood
To spending time with any him or her --
People fade; but coffee's ever brewed.

The cup I nurse in slightly trembling hands
Consoles me more than any woman or man.

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