Excellent A NooYawker speaks his mind. Coffee Gripe by Ogden Coffee writing prompt entry

I was sittin' at the counter, achin' for some cawfee,   mad that the cawfee guy, close as four feet, was ignorin' me.  When I couldn't stand it no more, I spoke up loud, in a ticked-off way. He made like he didn't know I was there, and he went, "Whadidya say?" "You knew I wuz here," sez I. Gimme a cuppa coffee, Jack!" He goes, "Lissen, my name ain't Jack!...but, how d'ya want it, Mac?" I have a snide side when I'm sore, so, "In a cup! Now or sooner !," I cracked. "Awright, buddy, it's yer lucky day!; I wuz gonna put it in yer lap." Why d'ya gotta fight, just fer a cuppa cawfee!?          What the heck's goin' on?. It don't make no sense t'me! Cawfee in a diner, ain't what it usta be - with beautyful waitresses waitin' on me. They knew what it meant to be wit a gent, with lotsa attention, and keepin' my glass fulla water. I'd say thanks, pay 'em the dime, and tip 'em a quarter. Them days is long gone, but the mem'ries remain - when cawfee was betta, and not such a pain. Writing Prompt Love it? Hate it? Write a poem about coffee. You choose whatever poetry form you want to use. There is no minimum or maximum length.

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