Starbucks Coffee Cups
Ryan Workman
Three Starbucks coffee cups, sitting beside a concrete wall,
One large, one medium, one small.
There’s a story in the Styrofoam,
In the tidy little row.
Who left their cups on the graveyard street,
In the towering tombstone hall? <-- Line changed
Three young workmen taking a break,
Loitering where none could see?
High school cools who thought it fun,
To leave their litter on display?
Or the nothing men,
The street sleepers.
Those with the eternal graveyard shift,
Leaving garbage on their floor.
One large, one medium, one small.
