It has to be
At least a few
Years
Since the last
Time
I was here-
Even just
For a coffee.
The last time
I sat here
Upstairs
And tried
To write
Must have been
Nearly
Twenty years ago…
And yet
The same hipsters
Are here-
Even the same
Buzzcocks album
Blaring through tinny speakers.
The same mix
Of earnest students,
Studying and reading,
And recovering
Scene monsters,
Fresh from their caves
With hangovers
Plastered across their faces
At 3:00PM on a Saturday.
The quiet writers
And artists
Still sit along the edges
Soaking it in
And storing the images
Away.
The only thing new
Is the glow
Of laptop screens
And the constant
Buzz, beep, chirp and vibration
Of cell phones.
So many years ago,
Since those days
When I lived here
With notebook in hand
And fingers stained
With Waterman or Mont Blanc
Fountain pen ink-
Trying so hard
To be taken seriously
As an artist,
As a writer,
As a poet of consequence.
After more than twenty years
Of serving coffee
To the hip,
The cool
And the creative,
“The Gel” remains
And even with new faces
Is like a giant orb
Of amber
With all its cracks
And fissures,
With tiny insects
Frozen forever
In time.
Timothy Vance Jackson
June 27, 2009
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