It was a small cafe, the sign that hung
outside appeared wider than the shop
itself.
The logo was a purple monkey
with a large cup of coffee in his hand,
it read "Worlds Grapest Coffee".
Once inside the first thing you notice
is the place smells like brewed heaven,
not like those fru-fru places with all their
exotic flavors, this was just good ole
coffee aroma, thick in the air and
delicious to the nose.
As far as the ambiance,
there wasn't any,
no pretension here.
The wooden floor was old,
worn and uneven, It almost felt like
you were standing on the deck
of a small boat in the middle of a storm,
if you didn't know better, you would
swear the tables and chairs could
come sliding your way at any moment.
The counter looked like it was installed
in the 80’s it had a blue gray formica top
with tiny speckles.
The woman who took my order
had these remarkable sea green eyes,
I was taken aback immediately
when I saw them,
she wore a white button up blouse
with a black apron wrapped around
her waist, the kind with a pouch
in the front.
Short slim, long dark, chestnut
brown hair with a contagious smile,
definitely not hard on these old eyes.
When asking for my order, her voice
had a smokey jazzy feel to it, adding
yet another layer of soothingness
to the place.
I ordered a regular coffee, black with two sugars
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 8:01 AM UTC
It was a small cafe, the sign that hung
outside appeared wider than the shop
itself.
The logo was a purple monkey
with a large cup of coffee in his hand,
it read "Worlds Grapest Coffee".
Once inside the first thing you notice
is the place smells like brewed heaven,
not like those fru-fru places with all their
exotic flavors, this was just good ole
coffee aroma, thick in the air and
delicious to the nose.
As far as the ambiance,
there wasn't any,
no pretension here.
The wooden floor was old,
worn and uneven, It almost felt like
you were standing on the deck
of a small boat in the middle of a storm,
if you didn't know better, you would
swear the tables and chairs could
come sliding your way at any moment.
The counter looked like it was installed
in the 80’s it had a blue gray formica top
with tiny speckles.
The woman who took my order
had these remarkable sea green eyes,
I was taken aback immediately
when I saw them,
she wore a white button up blouse
with a black apron wrapped around
her waist, the kind with a pouch
in the front.
Short slim, long dark, chestnut
brown hair with a contagious smile,
definitely not hard on these old eyes.
When asking for my order, her voice
had a smokey jazzy feel to it, adding
yet another layer of soothingness
to the place.
I ordered a regular coffee, black with two sugars