The Coffee ShopA Poem by A.J. Thompson
A muffled chatter, scattered about
The sound of a smooch shared by two They walked in, hands sewn together They kissed like they hadn't seen one another in years Two elderly women gab and gossip of old friends and memories passed They look at me and smile, I smile back They continue like no one in the world, let alone the cafe, could hear them I guess that's the age when one has surpassed feeling shame long ago A pretty young girl sits and reads her book The type of pretty girl you could actually approach A girl you'd almost rather not dare to bother She looks too pretty, just sitting there reading Her hair tied up and her pampered nails painted with little flowers Busy men walk in, walk out. Black coffee. Bluetooth. Busy. Baristas chat amongst one another Probably complaining about crabby customers Complaining about coworkers, complaining. No harm done. Anyone working is usually tired, sick and tired. I ordered some sweet concoction Caramel… something or other I mind my business, admiring the pretty girl Admiring the young couple admiring each other Admiring the jovial, old ladies chatting it up like no one's listening I hope when I reach that age that I'm that jovial, that talkative I hope I have an old friend to sit with me and drink coffee To talk of old friends and memories passed To talk like no one's listening. © 2014 A.J. ThompsonFeatured Review
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7 Reviews Added on November 22, 2014 Last Updated on November 23, 2014 Tags: coffee, cafe, life, observation, descriptive AuthorA.J. ThompsonCleveland, OHAboutA 21 year old writer aspiring to be a successful freelance journalist. more..Writing
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