Down in what used to be a factory
the coffee klatsch is being reinvented
for those who missed out on the Saturday Evening Post
back when even the maid was white.
Eat the cone before the ice cream.
Remember to tick the box to show
whether you are the Brook Benton kind of person
or the Del Shannon kind. There are no others.
I was reading How to Ride a Motorcycle
(having declined instant coffee
on aesthetic grounds) when it happened
but my case manager said not to worry.
More poems from 'The Unspeak Poems and other verses
Other poems by Tim Thorne
An interview with Tim Thorne
Reviews of Tim Thorne's poetry
Reviews by Tim Thorne
ALVAREZ, Ivy (edited): A Slice of Cherry Pie
ALVAREZ, Ivy (edited): We Don't Stop Here
BENNETT, Stefanie: Symphony for Heart and Stone
KNIGHT, Karen, MATHISON, Robyn, KNIGHT, Norma, REEVES, Lyn, WINFIELD, Liz: Republican Dreaming
LOMER, Kathryn. Extraction of Arrows
MANSELL, Chris: Mortification & Lies
MINTER, Peter: Blue Grass
RIETH, Homer: The Dinng Car Scene
SIMPSON, Matt: In Deep
WEARNE, Alan: Kicking in Danger
Book launch by Tim Thorne
TULLY, John: Robbed of Every Blessing