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TANKA (National Coffee Day)

My favorite day!  Enjoy this tanka and the video, La Chanson du Cafe, from everyone’s favorite Cajun band  BeauSoleil avec Michael Doucet:

Bright blue sky, white moon
Fading into morning mist
Dark consolation
Coffee smoothes the wrinkly day
Enriching timeworn burdens…

(c) Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Morning Moon and Espresso

Video: La Chanson du Cafe,  BeauSoleil avec Michael Doucet

 

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COFFEEHOUSE ON NEW YORK AV

(ANOTHER PRE-CASINO, ATLANTIC CITY MEMOIR)

Troubadour in dark room
Singing and strumming
“Go away from my window…”
Thinks he can tell me
What I need
Coffee grinding ten steps away
Strings strangling a heart
Fibrillating to future rejections
“It ain’t me, babe” soaring through
The smoky room
Zinging in, trying to make me cry
With his lying eyes
So why’d he pursue me
Take me to his room and
Almost ruin me
Thinks he can croon
By the light of the
Not-yet-landed-upon-Moon
Me nervously twirling my spoon
Roiling the brew
To read a few escaped coffee grounds
What is my future
Another tall, dark stranger
I’ll love and lose?
Caffeine finally affects
The saddened brain
Venomously I think
He’s not even a quarter good as Dylan
Can’t help wondering, though
When I’ll be an adult
So to all you young girls,
Yeah, not really women
We’re fragile little girls
When it comes to secret chambers
Of the heart
Here to tell you
Lived despite the pain
But can’t say
I ever used the label
“Adult”
Because
For the very sensitive
Adulthood is merely in the
Eyes of children
And the memory comes through
When I’ve sipped a few
Double-shot espressos…

(c) 2018 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: kava3

OPENING RIFFS

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What are the pleasures of old age?

Worse, what will go first: Hearing? Eyesight?

Sitting cross-legged in the dark, eyes closed

Demitasse of espresso

Close by, on the floor

Placing the ear buds and blasting the R&R

From my iPOD Shuffle

Clicking through each beginning riff

Here is Heart’s riff going crazy on me

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Here is Clapton’s riff as he gets down on his knees

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Here is Hendrix’s riff as he spins a Dylan song into musical history

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Here is Ronstadt’s riff wondering when she will be loved

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Here is Joplin’s riff with nothing left to lose

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Here is Jim Morrison’s riff, anagrammed Mr. Mojo Rising

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Here is Deep Purple’s riff as the smoke engulfs the water

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❤ Music and coffee, the pleasures of old age ❤

© 2014 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja), Maiden, Mother and Mage: A Day of Poetry

REPOSTED FOR SELF-ENCOURAGEMENT AS I LEARN TO PLAY THE UKULELE 🙂

HUMOR IN HORROR (Last Night’s True Nightmare)

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Running down a dark passageway

Chased by long-haired hippie males

Here am I, clutching a cup of coffee

Bouncing backpack hindering my escape

I know they’re going to hurt me

Must flee!

Doorway looms

Run through

Try closing the door with my hip

Put down the coffee! I think in my nightmare

Never!

Get the door closed

Big hips good for childbirthing and door closings

Left hand locks it

(How would my Romani Gran interpret this?)

Look at the coffee:

No spills!

A bit of humor in my horror?

Must be old age because most days

Everything seems eye-rollingly droll…

© 2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)