The Coffee Shop Chronicles 6-24-18

Observations from near and far.

The Coffee Shop Chronicles

6-24-18

I can feel the window heat

bearing down on my thin, frosty white sweater,

its warmth in contrast to the faux cold inside.

The stiff, wooden chair beneath is still and welcome after aisles of walking.

Conversations carry on nearby,

unbeknownst to my dropping of eaves.

Eight in a group of wanna-be adults chattering about this,

or that,

and I swear if that girl,

with her over-dramatic, pretend-adult voice says

“like”

ONE

MORE

TIME.

What could she be comparing?

Once,

did we all sound “like” that?

Moose Munch sits close on a convenient table.

FOR SALE.

I chose the Rice-Crispy bar instead.

Gluten-free,

with tremendously less calories.

The pair of girls behind me are studying something,

something health related,

and they take a quick break

to nervously discuss what constitutes a passing grade.

I’m curious….

what would they all think if they knew I was wire-tapping…..

The guy behind the counter looks unhappy.

I wonder why?

Who would buy,

“The Royal Family Dot-to-Dot” book on the bargain rack,

anyway?

Have we become that obsessed with celebrity?

To think…

someone actually came up with that idea,

A publisher banked money it would sell.

It’s only $3.98.

What a steal.

I finally take a sip of my grande peppermint mocha.

Starbucks.

1 pump each of the flavor (the full amount is too sweet).

Its pure, liquid bliss runs down my throat.

Warm satisfaction from the inside collides with the out,

I’m warm enough to shed the sweater now,

as I sit in contentment enjoying every last drop,

absorbing the mundane scenes of what has become everyday…

Life.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

' I pump each of the flavor (the full amount is too sweet). _ Its pure, liquid bliss runs down my throat. - Warm satisfaction from the inside collides with the out, - I’m warm enough to shed the sweater now, as I sit in contentment enjoying every last drop, - absorbing the mundane scenes of what has become everyday… Life.'

Do you think that's why people become writers? That the mundane, simple as simple be.. need garlands of words to highlight them, to change their order, to ordain the ordinary onto higher plains? Maybe sitting, watching, lazily listening is tickling thoughts away from near oblivion to taking in snippets, hints, wee pieces - into a glorious patchwork of people into softly lit disfunctional togetherness?!

Okay, so I'm so wrong - often am, , but, is how I interpret yet another of your intriguing studies on human nature. x

[J]

When life's banal goings on seem to reassure us we're okay after all . . .

Sitting on the perimeter with one of life's fave comforts in hand, convos tune in and out like waves lapping a shore -- nothing of import demanding attention, drifting thoughts seem to relax in the comfort of her invisibility. Well done mood setter, dear girl. I think I hear a double mocha frappuccino calling my name . . .

xx

[Pete]

i really felt this. one of my favorite things to do. sometimes just sitting and watching and listening can be quite a grand experience. there surely is a lot of everyday life in a coffee shop. i like the mellow, relaxed feel of this while so much is observed. this is the good stuff of life. nice, honest write. great job ... :)

[An owl on the moon]

Love seeing the world around you awaken through your words. Feeling the place come to life in the sounds, the scents, the flavors of peppermint, and every conversation. Took me back to a time a few years back. I had lost my job and was searching job listings in a coffee shop. It is a world in there, moving and shifting. You capture it so well.