Come in,
fresh-brewed
aroma greets
new day’s
patrons.
Early morning
regulars, seated
along counter,
turn stools to
eye new-comer
not wearing farm
cap and overalls.
Take their joe black,
swallow with local
market reports,
stir in complaints
about the weather.
Let’s do lunch—
animated cluster
of girlfriends
chatting over
old times and
new photos
of grandkids.
Laughter ripples
across bowls
of tomato soup,
toasty paninis
on the side.
Brisk afternoon
brings out
drive-thru
customers
who willingly
accept offer
of just baked
chocolate chunk
cookies to go
with a frothy
cappuccino
or chai tea.
Brief lull to
wipe tables
before evening
cafe crowd
trickles in.
Couples
converse,
clasping
steamy lattes
while college
students
lounge in
over-stuffed
chairs, staring
into glow of
personal
devices.
Caffeine is
on the menu
until barista
gathers last
empty cup,
manager
reconciles
register and
front door
jingles softly
as late-night
bean lover exits.
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Day 15 of National Poetry Month…half-way mark of
this month’s challenge to write a poem a day!
a poem in my pocket 
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