Coffee Shop v.2

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Coffee Shop v.2

Staring at the latte like you’re about to open a gift,
you lift the cup high, lips sipping the heavy cream.
Tired eyes watch the frosted window and the drift
that carries the uninvited snow past you like a stream.

The room behind burns loud with conversation.
The same arguments, theories, and solutions..
It's a sickness stuck in the same old rotation.
Like hopeless addicts, they fiend for absolution

There’s talk of Plato’s cave, shrouding enlightenment.
Others discuss Gandhi’s hidden path to the same effect.
They repeat wise men’s words in circles they invent,
leaving much more than a hint of ignorance to detect

The setting sun glares in your eyes as you look at the skyline-
 light glows atop the trees; looking down, you let out a sigh.
In the window are the eyes of a battered man- isolation and despair intertwined.
Streaking fresh tears, his face tells a story of one too many goodbyes.

What difference does this man make, which he is or what he needs?
You’ve seen it all before; a different movie, the same old theme.
Besides, his shivering hands & bloodshot eyes speak for him of his own misdeeds.
Your stare stays locked & you say out loud, “things are always what they seem.”

a creeping feelings grabs ahold and plants a question in your mind-
You wonder now if you walk the same path that hollowed this man's eyes.
The thought turns into voices, the words they say are all entwined.
Getting louder now, the more you try to block them out, the more they intensify. 

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[helloCharlie]

Love this piece. As someone who spends most of his days sitting at coffee shops you add a very, for a lack of better words, fantasy-esque element to an every day experience. Often the most beautiful moments are the ones we take for granted. They are the bland, everyday experiences we come across. Your piece is like a still-shot, a surrealist picture, of just a passing scene in one's moment. Quite nice!