‘The Tip Jar Was Snatched at O Cafe. O!’ by Nancy Weber The Society October 28, 2014 Humor, Poetry The tip jar was snatched at O Cafe. O! “Somebody just picked it up,” mused the guy at the register. I’d stopped in to buy six ounces of beans, fresh sweet espresso, number two grind. The young baristas know their stuff. They’re very warm–no snark. So why did you make off with their hard-earned tips? I want to ransom that jar. (My phone below.) You think it’s easy drawing hearts in foam, standing for hours, while customers flirt, check their email, and make themselves at home? The tips say thank you. Imagine the hurt. I’m sorry you need food or drugs or thrills. I’ll pay double if you’ll return O’s bills. Bio: Underground Voices will publish my experimental novel, “Ad Parnassum,” along with two stories, in December. Ink on paper! It’s my 23d book–and took 41 years to make it into print. Featured Image: “O Cafe NYC” by Jeremy Fountain NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. Trending now: Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
