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I come here to drink coffee. The drinks are hot

When I am cold.

I also come here to watch people. They chatter much

More after two or three mugs.

Me, I just kick my legs a little more as they dangle

From the tall bar chairs, especially when

I have finished my plain black coffee.

The baristas know I like to sit at the bar.

I watch them work.

They don’t know that I scribble small details

about them

in my leather bound

journal.

 

Espresso

Deep espresso flows from

twin spigots

Into tiny metal pitchers

Barista

Rogue marshmallows tumble across the counter

As she digs deeply into the plastic canister

We laugh.

The rambunctious little puffs come to rest;

She sweeps them away with the brush of a hand

still smiling