A Date with a Tasseographer

Have a great time,’ Danny said as he dropped me
on a blind date he set me up on, even after my plea
that I want to remain lonely and single all my life.
What harm would it do, if I died without a wife?

But he wanted to prove that he was a real friend
and did want to see me walk to a bitter end
of having experienced my whole life without love.
So he set me on the date I just mentioned above.

I walked into the coffee house where I was to wait
for a girl who Danny thought could be my soul mate.
I ordered some coffee, so that it wouldn’t be weird
if it was actually a practical joke by my friend, like I feared.

But it wasn’t a prank, and now I wish it was.
Just keep reading, you will know the cause.
With a hat made of feathers from some bird, possibly crow,
my date looked like a psychic from some old-school folk lore.

Black were her nails and black was her dress.
Black was her hair that was in a complete mess.
She walked straight to me without having to wait.
How did she know who I was? – It was a blind date.

She looked at me and smiled, but didn’t say a word.
For quite a while, only my coffee sips were heard.
I soon finished my coffee and slowly put the cup down.
She quickly took the utensil and looked inside with a frown.

You don’t have to worry,’ I said. ‘I can order some more,’
But it wasn’t the lack of coffee that was making her sore.
She tilted the cup a little, then twirled it around.
And then all of sudden made an exasperated sound.

It won’t work between us,’ she said. ‘I can already see.
It’s written all clear, in your now finished coffee.
And just as suddenly, she got up and left.
Leaving me in a shock and awkwardly bereft.

Red faced and embarrassed, I left as people stared
with looks of pity, for which I was completely unprepared.
It is safe to assume, that I drink coffee no more,
and Danny that night, was black-eyed and sore.

32 thoughts on “A Date with a Tasseographer

  1. Hey! I wrote about a blind date as well! Too coincidental! (Dang!)
    Loved the rhymes and the rhythm, and the language and the descriptions, and that brilliant ending! (Sorry about the run-on sentences!)
    “Black-eyed and sore” indeed! Poor Danny!
    You are a fabulous writer!

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  2. Wow…That was amazing,I love your posts more and more by the day…You are no doubt an amazing writer!!
    And what was Danny thinking..your soulmate?!..If you ask me,he deserved the black eye 😛
    Throwback…Good thing,your break up with writer’s block….LOL

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