Mismatched furniture welcomes another day together
The couch leans against the cracked paint on the walls
Sunlight wanders in, bounced off the gray rooftops of the flats adjacent
The sweetest coffee is dripping, eager to serve it's purpose
While indie melodies roll low like the clouds
A white kitten is perched on a small wooden table,
It is a treasure discovered at a flea market
A trolley ride got me there
It was a ship set sail to conquer the familiar
The coffee shop around one corner had paper lanterns
And another around the next just opened
And if you walk one block south
There's another there, it has the best espresso
The fog drifts in from the bay like a cool caress to the land
As I walk up the stairs to my sanctuary
White kitten purring as the clouds roll over
The clouds move with such sincerity
And the bay sparkles and starts to froth
In anticipation of the coming autumn
I set my keys down in the wooden bowl on the counter
Everything is right