I wrote this poem during a poetry competition I participated in at Brigham Young University-Idaho called "Last Poet Standing." Of the seventy participants, I made it into the final nine. We were given new challenges/ prompts every week and had to write a poem accordingly. One week they challenged us to write about a well known person/ people in an unusual situation. This is the result.

iPod Café

The room is dim except for the multi-colored
lights hanging from strings above each table.
as I enter and find a seat at the bar.

Buddy Holly and Samuel Beam are talking over coffee—the coolest cats there,
while Paul Simon and the Fleet Foxes discuss politics.
John Lennon and Taylor Swift nod quaintly at each other, but don’t say much.
John is too busy catching up with Pauly and the boys.

Bob Dylan and Bob Marley are cookin up some sweet jams in the back over a bit of cannabis
while The Temptations lounge with Miles Davis, laughing about the good old days.
Mac Wilberg looks slightly uncomfortable talking to Michael Jackson
and Miley Cyrus seems to hate everyone.
I knew I shouldn’t have invited her.

Bon Iver is on the small, spotlit stage,
singing my favorite song: “Re: Stacks,”
and as I cry, Chris Martin puts his arm around me and smiles.

They’re all there,
mingling into my consciousness
sipping cokes and lattes and dreaming about better times.
And just now, I think the world is ok,
as I sit in my iPod café.