I like coffee shops.
Even in all there boisterousness of customers,
Jangling and banging of cups and coffee pots,
The hullabaloo, occasional pandemonium and fracas
From the one unpleasant customer,
You know,
The ones who have 15 minutes for lunch,
And go out and run people down on
The roads to get to the coffee shop,
Those ones.
In the boisterous booming buzz of it all,
It’s also the symbolical dwelling
Where sheer relaxation and pure inertia pervade
Every inch of your mind, spirit and soul.
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