Coffee shop conversation
Coffee shop conversation
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Good coffee and a chess game is what life need to be. I miss the days of good conversation and chess games.
I open the wood chess board. Set the white pieces on the board to my new friend and
I lay the black down for me.
He smiled and sat down. He told me. “Chess is like life. A good players played safely and never
test the game. Like life. Is it better to play the game like a robot than play the game of life and chess
fearless and unafraid?I looked the old man. His eyes were serious. I told him. “It is who you are playing. Some games can
become personal. Some games are for pleasure.”
He smiled at me and told me. “Today we play for pleasure. I don’t care if I lose or win. Let’s see
if we can extend the game and the conversation.”
The old man told me many tales. He had written many book on life, war and human emotion. He told me
he fought in the Vietnam war and came home to gather his mind and his thoughts. He told me he had
killed and regret the memory everyday. He was saved by love. Dear parent and old love who stayed
with him till last year. She left him. The cancer stole her.
I sat in silence. The chess game was very slow. I was trying to lose. He laughed at my desire to lose the
game. He told me. ‘”We need men like you. Not fearing defeat. Not afraid to express the truth. My
books are locked-up in the laptop. Dead-man words don’t teach the world nothing. Better to be an alive
writer than an invisible writer using their words as a safety net.”
I asked him why didn’t he tried to publish his stories. This generation need to know the truth. Men who saw hell and back need to tell the people. War is shit.
He smiled and looked outside at the Monterey sun. He told me. Too late for me. My words will die
with me. Blood and death need to be forgotten. I wrote down my brothers names who didn’t return home
on a sheet of paper. I cried for them daily alone. I will join them soon. Old age is fair. Allowed us to
find some sort of peace in the world of shit.”
I lost the game and I would play many games of chess with my writer friend. He edited my poetry and
I got published because of his want to make the words perfect. He allowed me to read some of his
stories. They were not filled with blood and misery. He tried to see the good in the wild and crazy world.
His last words to me were. “A wise man can find good in the darkest of days. When I left Vietnam and touched
the United States soil. I knew I was alive and had a chance. I had to live for the friends left in the soil of Vietnam.
Today I’m thankful for my family, missed wife and opportunity to see the sunrise and the moon rise to light the night.”
I have become the Coffee house poet. They call me the insane Poet. I learn from the many good conversations
and chess games. Life is fair. Sometime we must lose to win. We must know many lovers and have family at
your feet. Old man logic is the good way. One day. I will join my friend. Old soldiers save places for missed friends.
Coyote
fantastic!
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Thank you Sharmishtha for the many comments. I do appreciate. I believe we are always learning. Writing is our release and the wise people. Read people with similar dreams and goals.
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True nuggets of wisdom. Thanks for sharing, John.
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Ya know, I often lose at games just to see the excitement on the other person’s face. I like your style, Coffee house poet.
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Can’t always win. No-one will want to play with you.
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Haha. Truly.
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This is absolutely beautiful. Your friend sounds as if he was a complete gem within this life, and taught you a tremendous amount. I look forward to developing friendships such as the one you speak of in my own life, and value tremendously the ones I’ve already formed of this nature. I just found out today that one of these friends passed of Cancer like the man’s wife, may your friend and mine rest in peace knowing they enlightened us.
On a very different note, I’m very new to word press and want to post a poem, but don’t know how to get rid of the double spacing.. I want it gone due to it changing the meaning of my poem.. would you happen to know how to do this? I’d appreciate it greatly.
Wonderful piece, thank you for sharing.
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When you post the poem. I copy poems and sometimes I must edit. You can delete and bring the sentences forward. WordPress editor is touchy. Good luck. Thank you for reading and welcome.
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Such good philosophies. ‘”We need men like you. Not fearing defeat. Not afraid to express the truth.” If only there were more men with the insight of the old man.
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There are many. Most of us don’t pay attention to the people who know what is real. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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