Haiku For Now, Memoir Later

I've written a lot of memoir-type short (500 to 1000 words) stories, recalling my rather odd life. They sit mouldering away in my file cabinet, because I'm too lazy to ever try to do anything with them. It just occurred to me today that I could post one on my blog now and then. If I get even one comment encouraging me to do so, I will. Otherwise, I will continue to let them moulder, which is fine.

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In the meantime, I entertained myself while at Starbucks today, writing some haiku. I like haiku, because it's effortless, both to write and to read. I even compose them at night sometimes, while lying in bed, unable to sleep. I don't remember them in the morning, which is just as well.

Sitting in Starbucks

Drinking my cappucino

Wanting more from life

Caffeine is a drug

A legal drug, thank goodness

Or I'd be in jail

Cool jazz overhead

Does that mean Starbucks is cool?

Or "cool" wannabe?

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Now it's folk music

There's something for everyone

Except me, that is

Now Christmas music!

For Christ's sake, leave me alone!

I want peace on ears

Disclaimer: The photo posted above is not me, not even a reasonable facsimile. Starbucks paid me to insert it, so all the the multitudes of horny male readers of this blog will think they will find women who look like that, sipping their lattes and looking for love. Forget it, losers. It's not gonna happen.