As the young boy sits in the dark Slowly a shadow is laying on the floor And a small dog starts to bark The boy stands up with his face filled frightness As if he had seen a movie filled with gore
His parents heard a shout from the room From that little boy As if he just met his doom He was just a boy filled with joy
Now he is gone Since the time of his fright It was nice for him and his dog to bond Eversince that one night
Over the centuries a transforming logo promoting and shaping our dance with coffee.. a seafaring birth fifteenth century siren exposed and sensuous twin-tailed mermaid.. her seductive history reached to Seattle with nautical theme.. one lasting effect many centuries told with modified modesty her crown remains.. this enduring connection upper and lower crown and creation transcends the coffee.. the logo reminds us: senses through time stimulate and attract crowned light above...
this American crossroads on a cold winter night.. parallel people observed their laptops and smartphones foci of isolated attention connecting to elsewhere.. no central cheer as might be conjured in older places with a warm central stove.. coffee art on the wall seemed stagnant ignored.. youthful waiters serve up Gold Coast Joe Blonde Roast to customers soon to sit down and withdraw.. headlines in the NYT rack reports political struggles parallels of scale.. a barrenness.. these are parallel times...