The Grand Continuum

Mr. Starbucks Man

One man reading a paper,

while another rushes to work.

Women talk of nothing,

while their children go berserk.

Pretty colored shelves,

pastry puckered smiles.

Cell phones ringing free,

we caffeinate in style.

The ego and the attitude,

the lady with her man.

The ego and the attitude,

damn, she’s got a nice tan!

Excuse me Mister Starbucks Man,

will you feed me my caffeine?

I got a lot to do today,

if you know what I mean?

I wait here in your line, you see,

to get my drug-filled tea.

I’m a busy, busy, guy just take a look at me!

Catching nervous glances,

as they come and they go.

Power, power, power from their head to their toe!

This is America in every strip-laid mall.

These are the important ones,

no matter how big or small.

I’m addicted to your smell,

your colorful tinge.

So hopelessly addicted,

it makes me cringe.

Our chips have been programmed,

call it DNA.

This place should be banned,

call in the DEA!

Excuse me Mister Starbucks Man,

will you feed me my caffeine?

I’ve got a lot to do today,

if you know what I mean?

I wait here in your line, you see,

to get my drug-filled tea.

I’m a busy, busy, guy just take a look at me!

Contemporary usage of an affluent mind.

Continual, temporary, brilliance left behind.

Visionary void, realists prop.

Adhere somewhere, voices against the clock.

Thought, blood clot, sirens of wonder.

Translucent code, moral thunder.

Come out; come out, wherever you are.

Shot in the back,

dead lay the Czar.

Losing ground to the corner stone,

locomotive muscle shown;

I stand alone.

In remembrance of the boy at name,

heed it be the ancient flame;

so man became.

Sit below and wait the night.

In the morning’s past it may seem right.

Another dream to wake from frightful moan,

and yes, again,

I stand alone.