curled up in an overstuffed leather chair, notebook balanced on my knees,
my mind wanders lazy over disjointed prose and the chattering clatter
of customers wandering in like a steady tide as the
deep roasted aroma of coffee beans hovers in the air.
ice clinks in a plastic cup, melting slowly into diluted remnants of chai tea
as i twist the straw up and down - mindless in a dull, slow, echoing scratch,
repetitious harmony and the whirring whir of a blender
lulls my mind into a heightened sense of wait
the touch of my skin pulses with artificial frenzy
to the beat of some indie song no one knows the name of,
buzzed high on caffeination, anticipation, the hazy humidity of a summer day
and the falling in love with each stranger that walks through the door.
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