Give Me A Break Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I'm the plaza's coffee cup
And I'm peeking to you
Walking on none stop
Street people going here thru

Thinking a working thought
And how the day's going to be
If you should not or ought
Take a stop and drink from me

Give me a break
Let me have your lips
Whatever it will take
To have few coffee drips!
Gents and pretty women
Now is your coffee time
Listen to my invitation
Thru life’s pantomime

I have a heart to show
A handle for you to hold
My coffee’s hot drip slow
Always free - not sold!

Sip as you like and please
It's a freedom flavor drink
Good in making buddies
And gives you time to think

Give me a break…



*** (written to Ben Heine surreal composition “Give Me a Break” at Flickr)