Poem: Sipping Coffee (2015)

Sipping Coffee 

Jennifer Lee Lawson, 2015

 

She sits, spoon over coffee, 

Harkening the image of my favorite Hopper painting. 

 

Her narrow nose dips down 

And mimics the line of finger to spoon.

A close friend. 

But distant. 

 

Few could ever penetrate 

the thickness of her soul. 

 

And after seventeen years, 

There are only a few things I know about her. 

All in all. 

 

How does she like to make love? 

 

What, precisely, in those tightly locked neurons, 

Goes on like such clockwork with no bell? 

 

How do her eyes see these days? 

 

It is true. 

We had a fight about coffee over tea. 

 

Who has such arguments? 

Among friends. 

"Automat" Edward Hopper