I sat in my neighborhood coffee shop for the first time in over a year to enjoy my latte and write as I used to do on a weekly basis. I usually go in just to pick up coffee, but I have so deeply missed sitting there to drink and write. Real ceramic cups were still not being used, but I finally got a tiny sense of the way it used to be. Naturally a poem unfolded in appreciation of coffee shops.
Ode to the Coffee Shop
The simple nature of a semi-social space -
Chairs and tables sit lingering guests
Sipping hot lavender lattes in a place
set-up with vibes minimal, trendy, and cool,
I likely don't belong, and yet we all do.
The beauty of a coffee shop is a rule
unspoken, that all belong here and now.
If you have a love for coffee and tea
place your order, sip, and wonder how
they make a drink so keen, it makes
you desire to linger, like a cosy home.
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