Doors swing and screech
Letting in ones off the street
Whether it be your local lawyer
Teacher, librarian
Bar mate next door from one of the local dive bars
Where you can do your laundry
Eat locally surveyed award winning
The best of the best fried chicken
Drink piss yellow beer
Then stumble in the doors
That swing and screech
Where the air permeates your nostrils of blended coffee beans
With the sun hitting your back
As you type poems or prose
On laptop screens
While listening to conversations
Stricken up by strangers
Meeting in line for coffee
Maybe an online blind date
Spilling out their lives
When they just said nice to meet you
The tones in voices mean something
The sound of judgments is unbarring
Teenagers doing jobs
Wiping down doors and windows
And letting customers wipe their own tables
Local art hanging on walls
Swirled prints and glossy
Photos and paintings
With coffee cups lined decorative
Sitting in as a permanent fixture
Hands pecking on keyboards
Hands going through hair
As a sign of nervousness
Eager to bite tips of fingernails
Losing a train of thought
Of where this write was going..
Facts and Observation/ Ashly Salmon/10/8/09
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