12-08-2013, 05:39 PM
Annie's Coffee Shop
The market isn't cornered,
but sex sells for less
at the twenty-four hour
corner market called,
"Annie's Coffee Shop".
Jo-Jo the cook
accosts non-tipping patrons
with a butcher knife;
his chivalry as misplaced
as his culinary talents.
Irony is not lost on the
bathroom walls - its filthy epic
penned in gutter prose, by a
thousand anonymous Johns.
The stock isn't fresh,
but it's rotated nightly,
and the cost of milk is negotiable,
from a depreciatory cow
no one wants to own.
Upstairs, are rooms
seedier than sesame buns,
where obsolete filaments
do not interfere with
faceless arrangements made
between the colorblind.
This is the delta
in a deviant river of souls;
bottom feeders coming,
explicitly, for the bottomless
cup of rotgut, labeled, "Annie's".
The market isn't cornered,
but sex sells for less
at the twenty-four hour
corner market called,
"Annie's Coffee Shop".
Jo-Jo the cook
accosts non-tipping patrons
with a butcher knife;
his chivalry as misplaced
as his culinary talents.
Irony is not lost on the
bathroom walls - its filthy epic
penned in gutter prose, by a
thousand anonymous Johns.
The stock isn't fresh,
but it's rotated nightly,
and the cost of milk is negotiable,
from a depreciatory cow
no one wants to own.
Upstairs, are rooms
seedier than sesame buns,
where obsolete filaments
do not interfere with
faceless arrangements made
between the colorblind.
This is the delta
in a deviant river of souls;
bottom feeders coming,
explicitly, for the bottomless
cup of rotgut, labeled, "Annie's".
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