Coffee shop poetry
By Brent Dixon on August 31, 2007
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.
Charlie Trotter on August 31
I don’t know if I have the authority to do this, but I, Trabian’s Develosigner appoint Larry Hooper to be Trabian’s Poet Laureate.
Wikipedia says this about the position: A Poet Laureate is a poet officially appointed by a government and often expected to compose poems for state occasions and other government events.
I think another, interchangeable name could be Bard of the Bracket. Think about it, Larry.
PS: It’s an unpaid position.
Poet Laureate Larry Hooper on August 31
I accept. I move that the title be.. Bearded Bard of the Bracket.
also, i move that the position be paid.
Cammie Morrow on September 05
Love the poem-afraid of the seductive pose guy-maybe he thought you guys were pretty.
Brent on September 06
I’m afraid of him too. I think that was his version of “putting out the vibe” to the whole Starbucks.
You’d think he’d figure out that shudders, dry-heaves and quick-looks-away don’t translate into good vibes.
Craig Serold on September 06
Anybody that’s spent countless hours in Starbucks can appreciate those…thanks for sharing Brent