#baristas
Half calf with a twist
As the line stands
Thinking she is a superimposed *****
Foregoing on
Barista
Waist like an elastic band
Hair waving hello in it’s pinkness
Homeless man coming in
Screaming
Obscenities
Something about Romans and Euripides
As if in a round about
Circle the store like a hovered cloud
Then out again
The rocker dude sipping his tea
The older man in the corner
Who constantly leaves
Wandering where one can’t see
Trailing behind his laptop and keys
Somewhere in this madness loop
Latte’s and Macchiato's brew
And I
With a child's flair
Take it all in, while I throw back my hair
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 11:28 PM UTC
Johnny likes
the back corner seat
in the cafe
it gives a good view
of those entering
and leaving
and a good view
of the baristas
as they work
at the bar
especially
the Clara Bow
lookalike
with her black hair
and cute cut
and dark eyes
and thin
almost
indecipherable smile
and in the background
the piped Baroque music
or sometimes jazz
setting feet to tapping
but this day
the barista is
the short girl
with the Italian twang
who gets
the orders right on cue
and who knows
your requirements
before you say
on a good day
the tattooed barista
has gone
his favourite gaze
to watch her work
and talk and smile
and the glitter
in her eyes
she works
elsewhere
for other men
to watch
and stare.
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 2:27 AM UTC
I see you,
She said.
She looked me in the eye
She knew I needed the validation
More today than most days.
She didn’t really think about it.
Didn’t need to think about it.
She is going to be alright in the world.
This world is going to be alright with her in it.
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 9:08 PM UTC
My bliss palpable
Is the chaos of their shared
Collective coffee
Feb 2, 2020
Feb 2, 2020 at 1:49 PM UTC