Coffee and Thee--And Them
The poetic story of one tea-drinking woman and
three coffee houses.
copyright Charlene Ann Baumbich, September 2012
One
She invited me
out
for a cup.
Coffee, of course.
I said yes.
It’s just easier that way.
When I placed
my order,
I asked for a large,
lots of ice please.
Tea, of course.
I don’t like coffee.
No need to explain.
To anyone.
Then began
the spew
of senseless
wordy questions.
Foreign language,
I presume.
To which I replied,
I want a
large.
Two
“Coffee” shop
Attached to a bookstore.
Books suck every ounce
of moisture
out of one’s mouth.
I ordered an
iced tea.
Sorry, she said.
We don’t have
iced tea.
It’s out of season.
Do you serve
iced coffee?
Yes, they did.
But that was
somehow
different.
That, I responded,
was prejudice.
Three
Take one,
the small sign
near the
coffee punch cards said.
Loyalty program.
Nice.
you punch
for iced tea too.
Sorry,
but no.
My iced tea
costs more
than coffee.
I am a
loyal
customer,
I explained.
It’s just
the rule.
- Iced tea drinkers unite: REBEL against this irrational prejudice.
- Share the link to this poem.
- Print the verses and meditate upon the injustice.
- Let this ridiculousness embolden you to get what you deserve: equal rights for tea drinkers.
- Coffee drinkers: support your fellow sippers!
