Today is day two of National Poetry Month. Here is today’s poem, another coffee poem, this time a parody:

STOPPING BY STARBUCKS ON A SNOWY EVENING (with apologies to Robert Frost)

by Paul Fisher

Whose beans these are I think I know.

They’re ground to brew and packed to go.

No one will see me stopping here.

To warm my gut with mugs of Joe.


The head barista’s feeling queer

From many shots of black liqueur.

She’s had much more than she can take

Of serving scones and coffee cake.


She gives her mocha hair a shake

To tell me there is no mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of credit cards and change she makes.


Her latte’s lovely, dark and deep,

But I have lines to rhyme, then break.

And miles to go before I wake,

And miles to go. before I wake.


I don’t know about you, but this little coffee parody has awakened me as I sip my second cup of java Joe.