CuppuhJoe

by Blake Tyler

So I’m sitting here, right? Just minding my own
Coffee when she comes over and asks,
“Is this chair taken?”
I say no politely, thinking “How nice,
I won’t have to sit here all alone.”
When I notice she has taken the chair,
Held over her head to sit at a table
With a couple of friends.
I think, “Fine, I don’t mind.
Cuz I’m not exactly all alone.
Cuz I’ve got Joe here with me.
I’ve got Joe. I’ve got Joe in my cup.
My cup with Joe in it. My Cup with Joe.
My Cup of Joe. Cup of Joe.
CuppuhJoe.”

And I’m looking down inside my cup
When this man walks over and asks,
“Are you sitting here, all by yourself?”
And I say, “No. I’m here with CuppuhJoe!
So why don’t you just take the last chair
And leave me here to muse with my friend!”
I was rather loud about it too.
And he said, “Well I was gonna join you,
But if you’re here with a friend…”
And he looked at me strangely,
And he looked down into my cup where
My eyes had stayed. And left.