Poem: We Grew Up in Coffee Shops

We grew up in coffee shops,
Cigarettes,
Cheap coffee,
Refills,

Breathing smoky air,
Grunge era,
The broken tile on the floor,
Follow it,
Trace it,
Leather jacket,
Pain,

We can trace the coffee cup with our fingers,
Teenagers,
Rebellious,

Noir Leather,
Sure we went in the store,
At age 12,
The leather was cool,
So were the whips,
Chains,
Masks,
The workers at the store,
Laughed at us youth,
Rebellious in our jean jackets,
Pennies in the pockets,

Wanted to paint our nails a sparkly pink,
Red,
Blue,
Dye our hair purple,
Green,
Rebellious youth!

Running,
From our homes,
Painter,
Worker,
Phone,
Telephone,
Rotary phone,
Workers,
Tired workers,
Crack open that 40,
Toss the cap in the trash,

Rebellious youth,
Maybe our feet can hit the bricks,
Downtown,
Uneven bricks,
Meet and congeal with,
And coalesce with,
Railroad tracks,
Onward,
Fast,
One direction,
Rails,
Wheels turning,
Furious motion,
We put down pennies,
Fast,
Race to catch the trains,
Our hands grip the fence,
To watch the train,
Train engineers,
Waving,

And we start walking back,
To get a cuppa,
Sugar,
Stirrer,
Warm our hands,

We grew up in coffee shops,
Drag queens,
Pride flags,
Smoky air,
We loved Divine,
And cross dressing,

There was a great love,
In growing up in coffee shops.