Bohemian Chic

Bohemian Chic Poem

They live on the sidelines
of the yuppiedom depicted in Hollywood blockbusters
where people dream big
but eat ramen noodle soup at night
while drinking the broth
to sustain them in their hungry hustle.
These barista babes choose chicory over arabica
like a priest putting cheap wine in the chalice
when tithes are poor and his vestments threadbare
like the jeans on a hipster
once a fashion statement but now baggy
from a diet of ramen noodle soup
whose odes to youth become a legacy
of ink stains fading in junkyards of humanity
where crows become spectators
of the literary carnage.