Aug 31, 2007comments (0)
Coffee shop poetry
Earlier this week, I worked from a Starbucks (my second office) with one of my best friends, Larry Hooper. He’s a musician, and as I designed websites he worked on song lyrics. At some point, his songwriting transitioned into haikus about our Starbucks experience. I thought they were worth sharing. So here you go:
Hey Blue-tooth Talker,
you look like a crazy guy
talking to yourself.
People talking loud
At a table dead center.
Oh so important.
e-mail, myspace, aim
twitter, flickr, MSN
blackberry cell phone
Guy there on brown couch
posing very seductive.
Inappropriate.
Time to leave here now.
Goodbye Starbucks people
and expensive drinks.
Have a happy Labor Day, folks.
