I walk up to the counter ready to place an order to go. With coffee and cookie in tow, i head to my favorite spot and get ready for the show. 3..2..1 let's go! What's the show you ask? I don't know! It's different every day and plays whether the sky is blue or gray. It could be a traffic jam, a man trying to wash people's cars, someone getting arrested, or even a guy in a costume saying he's an alien from mars. Whatever plays that day, it never gets old. I get to learn about the people of my city while staying out of the cold
My 50th poem! This poem was inspired by someone suggesting writing a poem about something you would see in a coffee shop.