Poetry Anthology?

My senior year in high school, I took a creative writing class. One of the big assignments of this class was that at the end of the year we would make a booklet of our favourite poems and short stories with pictures. Today, as I was milling through my room at home, I came across a copy of my poetry anthology, named after Copeland's song "Good Morning Fire Eater". I think my favourite pare about this book was the cover:

It's an old French circus poster! I thought this one was so cool and I thought it worked with the eccentric qualities of many of the poems that I had written. So, as I was reading through the book, I thought it might be fun to share some of my favourites with you over the next few days. Tonight's is one where we were given a picture to write the poem about and a line that we had to use. This is the poem I came up with:

Coffee

Her world was a place of loneliness

Where the world would pass

By without a glance

She would stare into her coffee cup

And see the reflections of her soul

The black and cream would swirl together

Reminding her that she was alone

She would ponder life and love and happiness

None of which she had

The gathering darkness could be seen

Through the windows from where she sat

The bitterness that she felt

Was mimicked by the coffee

Burning her throat as it went down

The world passes by

Her world was a place of loneliness