Poems: on coffee and hipsters
In this week’s Poet’s Corner, Lee Coulson looks at two joined-at-the-hip, modern-day societal manifestations – hipsters and coffee.
Drive Thru Coffee
Hubcap chrome gleam
Smooth as Steve McQueen
Engine warm to touch
Ride the milk wand clutch
Fuel up the bitter black bean
Exhaust pipe plume of steam
Shuddering, juddering, picking up speed
Revving it hard, espresso lane feed
Amber rich coffee curling into my cup
Indicator light, all filled up.
Jumping on the Beard Wagon
Heads bowed in apps(lication)
to the white tablets upon high (definition).
Mobile Moses,
biblical beards unraked,
scrolling through scriptural text,
worshipping at the holy church
of the high hipster.
Rakish beanies,
coffee skinnier than their jeans,
five o’clock stubbles casting no shadow.
Gadget war weary, leery of the latest thing,
when the last thing,
still isn’t in stock.
Stuck, when the cutting edge
becomes blunt.
Lee Coulson, originally from Adelaide, lives in Mount Gambier, where he is the librarian at the Mount Gambier TAFE campus. Lee describes himself as not a professional or published writer in any way, just one who enjoys writing, producing poetry and prose, particularly in response to local issues and events. He studied the Advanced Diploma of Professional Writing at Adelaide TAFE. Last week’s poem and today’s two are Lee’s first published works.
