Friday, January 7, 2011

The Shoppe

The conversation swirls around
Mixing with the earthen and aromaticly pervasive scents of coffee beans
As afternoon sunlight bounces off books and electronics
Individuals bent on losing the world
Collectively
The whir of the steamer drowns part of the slow Glen Miller style
Over the speakers
Can you feel the roughly sculpted and glazed mugs
Warm in your hands with fresh brew
Memories of these days will always include days with you
At the coffee shoppe
Hours squandered in debate, chatter, or reading
Dear friends each and every one of you
I've learnt more here of the lessons of life than ever in
The stagnant halls we also frequented.

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