Coffee Shops & Shakespeare

The empty mind, empty heart

Talking Macbeth in coffee queue

Hot choc and toffee sticky in Waterstones 

With the crisp summer London cold—

I drift on.


An unsaid happiness grips my heart

And yet I feel it not.

"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow..."

Perhaps I am too old for Shakespeare


Another Shakey face grips me—

I wander on. 

Trying to process the merriness 

That turns somewhere in the heart 

But what’s the mind got to do with it all?


And then I stare at Gower Street

Coffee shops and Shakespeare—

Just the way I have always liked it 

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