On a warm, lazy Sunday afternoon
Couldn’t possibly have asked for the moon
Movies were ruled out, they are a pain,
Ideas were scarce, the brain searched in vain.
A coffee was voted for at a nearby café humble
This simple wish dissipated, the plan took a tumble
When our gigantic, comforting, slightly ole SUV
Chose to groan, whimper and succumb to its injury
How fortunate that it took its last breath to stop
Right opposite an accomplished car mechanics shop
Ah! Hadn’t asked for much and not for the moon
But the simple plan had fallen apart way too soon.
In consternation, the lady in it’s cushioned embrace
Stepped down from her lofty perch, oh what disgrace
What an afternoon, What misadventure at such a place!
Snorted the high perched with a frown on her face.
A thirty- minutes to rev him up promised the car doctor
Even before taking it’s first step, the p.m. had faltered.
The high stool wouldn’t help so she stepped down to ask
Is there a coffee shop, where we could wait and bid time?
No ma’am not a café for a mile, but coffee customised
Can come here as you wait on this swivel chair of mine
The look of horror softened and transformed
When of his thoughtfulness my heart was informed
Demurely, I opted to sit on the half-built brick wall
Where the rays of the warm sun weren’t permitted to fall
Canopy caring, protective of the generous neem tree
Offered shade while we sipped the sugar free coffee.
By the roadside, outside a car repair shop
My husband and I sipped coffee; tasted like nectar
Time flew by as I observed the simplicity around
Our SUV’s engine had retrieved its purring sound.
A different cuppa, wasn’t it?