Wood Talk Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Wood Talk

The wood delivery man came this warm sunny afternoon
the man wanted cash dislikes checks, I don't blame
him for that.
Why should he pay tax when the likes of Starbuck pays
nothing much.
I usually drink coffee at the local café, tried Starbuck once
coffee with milk was not enough kept talking about
"latte" no, just coffee, nothing else.
A friend of mine who has gone to school came over and
sorted things out; didn't care much for the coffee
I don't think the woodman drink coffee, a faint smell of wine
about him.
It was after lunch, the police officers, leave us alone here
In the deep dark valley.