A love poem about the thrill of spontaneity and how far first impressions go. |
My routine changed When I put my hands on the wheel And I was in charge again They should have never let me drive They should know I’m bad with maps They should know how easy it is to remember What “impulsive” means Programmed into this gas pedal, It can mean danger Or fun I wandered, I browsed Craving no thing, craving no one in particular Blank without peace Aimless became need for the monotone As the train dulled to the slow roar Of my frustration, My “it” became the “COFFEE” sign And I shifted I turned my right to my left I put my drive into park And she changed my mind I could tell you about her face I could tell you about her hair I could tell you about the dress I could even mention her voice But not one thing caught my attention Her presence hit me in waves Not to mention, Smitten is a dirty word these days Caffeine-lust adrenaline Burned through my attraction Sweet energy soothed my veins And sped up my reaction Pupils dilated in shock, no fear For this instant mocha addiction It was only a moment But it took forever for me to catch up She smiled, I stammered She laughed and I remembered What my name was She leaned out the window The warmth of her hand in my rear-view mirror As I thought: She smells like coffee Sounds like a friend She looks like trouble How could I resist? |