For ME?

I met a very clever DJ at the club the other night (see Mom, you can use an arts degree!) who has a postgraduate degree in literature.  We were discussing meeting for  coffee via email, and I joked that he should respond via sonnet or haiku.  This is said response:

The weekend bulges with unfinished work,

And the nightclub is only a distant

Memory. But the scholar cannot shirk

The nagging questions, ever persistent.

Who, what, where, when, above all asking why?

The path along which knowledge is gathered

Requires a disciplined and steady eye;

You'll - whooops - stumble if you're getting blathered.

Even coffee, enlightenment's choice drug,

Should be drunk, like a long-distance runner,

With the mind on the move - not in a snug

Drawn out fashion, tho' that might be funner.

Social moments make a nice distraction

But shouldn't cause knowledge's contraction.

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Words pass over coffee steam

Busy feet pass by -

Flowers bloomed, bees travel.

Water falls down lonely cliffs

Gathers in pools - 

Monday's fine - two-ish?