Walked into a quaint coffee shop… recommendation from an older lady across the quiet street. Early morning… before the hustle and bustle of church clothed families in search of their brunch. Her voice sounding cheerful but yet carried the note of one too many kisses of a cigarette… ‘if you’re looking for coffee, there’s a great place just around the corner’. The ambience of a half century ago filled the air. Rock legends, artist portrayals depicted in charcoal, young faces frozen in time of men now in their 70s and 80s that rock and roll took its toll upon, psychedelic concert posters… all the decor… truly a vibe. The barista, an older gentleman that perhaps rode a bike. Bearded. Gray. A rag. Turns out he’s Apache and Comanche. Who knew 👊🏽 Behind him on the shelf. I lost myself in time. Sat the same teacups my parents had when I was a child. I miss you dad. The menu itself had its own appeal… Purple Haze? What’s in that? All I heard was lavender and double shot of espresso… oh and cocoa. Yes, I’ll have that too… all these things that dance through my mind… Walt Whitman on the shelf, an elegant rotary phone, I wanted one. All in the time of the inhaled aroma to a finished cup of coffee ♥️
Nov 14, 2025
Nov 14, 2025 at 10:02 PM UTC
And then he said,
in an almost whisper,
‘is this where you start to drift away?’
I could feel
the swelling of emotions
in my throat
and the heat of my tears forming
as I replied ‘no’.
My heart hurt because he knew me so well.
He knew I pushed away
when I was hurt by someone.
This man who knew my soul and loved it.
Knew.
He knew exactly what I would do.
And that is what I did.
This time
it was away
from him.
Dec 12, 2021
Dec 12, 2021 at 8:40 PM UTC
All I wanted was Peanut Butter Waffles.
This place? Yes, it looks like the place...
Scary waitress.
Ratted blonde hair. Walked out of the seventies. Cigarette cough. Sniffles.
Should we stay?
No Peanut Butter Waffles.
Stay anyway.
Strong coffee.
Lipstick on your napkin from our kisses.
We laugh. Your smiling eyes.
The beard you grew for me.
Handsome as ever.
Great breakfast. Check arrives.
God bless you.
Amazing waitress.
My five dollar tip. You go up to pay.
Slip my arms around your waist.
You take my hands. Rest my head on your back. Breathe in your scent.
Listen to you heart beating and mine is calm.
Feels so right.
I could stay here forever.
Back into the pouring rain. My hand in yours.
Last day together. Off to the airport.
This is going to hurt.
Waffle Shack. Not Waffle House.
Same yellow tiles.
Lies.
Were our feelings?
Dec 12, 2021
Dec 12, 2021 at 8:29 PM UTC
He was trying to ween off drugs…
I was trying to ween off him…
His heart was turning to stone…
My heart wouldn’t stop bleeding…
He was living for the moment…
I was saying goodbye to our future…
Dec 12, 2021
Dec 12, 2021 at 7:19 PM UTC