Hurry, hurry! Get your caffeine!

As reported on, the giant coffee chain Starbucks plans to close every location of their 7,100 stores to do a 3-hour training session for their 135,000 employees. The shutdown is scheduled for 5:30 p.m. local time and will run until 8:30 p.m. Locations that are normally open beyond that time will open then.

But that’s not all! Dunkin’ Donuts is swooping in with a 99-cent offer on small lattes, cappuccinos, and espresso drinks from 1 p.m. to 10 p.m. today. That means in 30 minutes EST, the great Tuesday coffee battle will officially begin.

Since I know coffee and caffeine is so important to so many poets, I thought I’d share this very important news.


If you wish, please feel free (and encouraged) to send in “in the field” reports of the situations near your local Starbucks and/or Dunkin’ Donuts. 😉

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5 thoughts on “Hurry, hurry! Get your caffeine!

  1. Rodney C. Walmer

    A day of pranks

    I don’t know how it got started
    perhaps, a joke for the light hearted
    a desire to be cool
    or just a need to make someone the fool
    it could have been a one time prank
    so, there is no one to thank
    for this funny tool’s way
    it makes people smile
    I’ve just been thankful for April fool’s day
    since I was a child.

    ©Rodney C. Walmer

  2. Barbara Tzetzo Gosch

    For Langston: My Teacher

    Go home and write
    A page tonight.
    And let that page come out of you–
    Then, it will be true.

    Years ago…that is just what I did!
    “Occupations” was created.
    It was the first poetry I ever got paid for and ironically it
    was published in the same magazine that featured
    Langston Hughes, the man of blues

    I’d sat down and “let the page come out of me”
    but people didn’t really see…

    A joie de vie that kept me floating and set me free

    I remembered his “Words of Freedom”
    The only poetry I had ever really memorized on my own

    Months passed, maybe years….my writing faded
    Similar to lives I had lived that ended.

    Now and then Langston would emerge….

    “What Happens to a Dream Deferred?” he’d written.
    Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?
    Or fester like a sore—
    And then run?

    Then again—
    I’ve been scared and battered
    My hopes the wind done scattered

    How much longer would I need to feel the warmth of sun?
    To bask in what was—but can never return

    I don’t want to be a raisin
    Or a shriveled prune
    I don’t want to be minced meat of even ground chuck

    Instead I will let that page come out of me.
    Thank you My Teacher for writing “Theme For English B.”

  3. Dyora Kinsey

    The Slide

    Suck it up and do your best
    Connect and hit the ball
    No, no – not just hit it,
    But, get to the base.

    I’ve got to show the kids
    their mom is cool
    And not just cool,
    But, still, the athlete

    Because, kids connect
    To an okay mom,
    atypical from most.
    The one who participates

    They think I’m the best
    since I can hang
    they think I’m cool
    so they brag

    Yeah…first base,
    But, they’re pushing me.
    In this game of cause and effect
    So, I can’t cause an out

    Bases are loaded
    and it’s do or die
    It’s my call from third base
    Darn… a probable slide.

    No time to analyze how
    Only when and well enough
    Go, go, go and dive
    O-o-oh…eat dirt!

    Yea, I’m safe and
    Seeing white, then red and
    Here it comes from the
    Elbows and knees

    Okay, okay kids
    I’m fine; and it stings
    But, it’s okay and
    The first slide – a keeper!

  4. Sandra Callaway

    (although there is nothing on my homepage)

    Softball –

    I am, I suppose, a lot like a softball.
    To prove it, I will create – or at least, attempt to –
    My poems here, on the ‘fly’.
    Although weathered, and tossed, I am, above all,
    Harder of determination than most give me due.
    Never know how far I will go, but I always will try.

  5. Angel Courtney Bales


    Her name is Caitlin Paige
    My beautiful first grandchild
    The day she was born…a monumental day for me!
    What a precious baby,this granddaughter of mine
    I held her and repeated what I had been saying to her mommy’s tummy
    For several months:
    "Grandmother loves you!"
    A tiny turn of her head toward my voice
    I knew she recognized that voice!
    A special bond between grandmother and granddaughter
    I, too, had that bond
    I, too, was a first grandchild
    I, too, knew the special emotion that exists
    Between grandmother and granddaughter
    Her name is Caitlin Paige


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