the encounter cafe

The door opens and the barista knows exactly what I’ll order

She can tell I’m an out of towner with my hipster cup from some 28 hours away

Three different options for filling my cup

One of those foamy drinks with the excess sugar

Or perhaps decaf, she asks petulantly

I crinkle my nose in disgust at decaf/half-caf/or any substitution &

Order a house cup of the light roast

And write more electronic pages than i care to ever read

Between sips listening to the local stations

The same chatter as from back home

Reality tv, not quite ready to change the channel

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