Muddy waters of the coffee shop stirring anxiety and fleeting caramel undertones. Hipster sporting an iwatch lingers unforgiven. Testimony on the too small table a folded napkin soggy under one leg but keeps the surface sturdy. The barista a hidden genius, happy to sweep floors and wash windows with a wisdom tied tongue and golden mind. A service dog tied to the bike rack stares with purpose at the winding line to caffeinated triumph over lack of drive. And my foot taps to the beat of a song I’ve never heard and hope to not again as I write past the margins in a tie dyed notebook cantilevered over the edges of the sugar coated table