watching
people make their way into the coffee house
old man, creased face
thoughts of times 40 years back
breathing here, living there
kids laughing and giggling
their drinks are fruity and sweet
whipped cream drips
crossing guard sips
brown hair hides strands of gray
recuperating from the kids
laptop guy surfing
coffee cold and barely touched
ear piece and cell close
chi latte to go
perfumed woman smiling
too cute and happy
dress shirts and laptops
professionals in a meeting
energy drinks
man sitting outside
trying to catch someone's eye
same coffee same spot
busta the pit bull
walking its owner to the shop
lean muscular, massive head
big eyes peering
pink feet poking out of a stroller
soundless laughter
on a smoke break
twenty-something unshaven
rubbernecking every female
two cent opinions
coffee house philosophy
five dollar coffee
much different
You saw an early version. I cut out many parts and made glimpes of each different thought.
Aaron
Good Poem
— Lisa