Stained seats from a plethora of spilt drinks,
that stain might even be melted butter,
surely the brown stuff is melted chocolate.
The floor squelches when you walk,
adhering to your shoe, trying to take it from you.
Faded movie posters promote the blockbusters
come and gone. Dust layers the counter where
butter and sugary sweets used to reside. Sugar to dust,
almost the same but different in color and taste.
Actors still smile where kids ran laughing
the happiness their movies brought still lingers here.
Coffee Shop Vignette
A bell rings softly as the door pushes inward,
outward pushes the smell of bittersweet coffee.
The typical soft jazz of a coffee shop wafts
through the air alongside smells of savory food.
Buzzing chatter underlines the music
with the soft whir of espresso machines adding to
the symphony of the cafe.
Voices talk from walls where no bodies sit
a collection of the conversations absorbed
like the coffee stains the barista hates.
The large glass windows reflect back the
faces of colleges students that haunted the tables.
Rusty circular stains mark the growth
of coffee groups that grew and shrank,
through the years.