A long ago visit with my son, (OK, 10 plus years, at least) to a Cleveland Hts., Oh, coffee house and this made me think the below thoughts of the visit. This was actually before Starbucks was the norm. That statement dates me, but it was a different experience then, but one I cherish as being with and part of my son’s life then.
Coffee House Reflections 2016-20
A melting pot of God’s creations
as Army green jacketed youth
rub elbows with English tweeded
professors at worn tables.
“I’ll walk a mile for a camel” or similar,
mingled with McBarrons Golden
Extra”, drifting upwards in an
aromatic misty cloud.
A corner with an old“Playboy” competes
with a “Wall Street Journal” as
a free “Arts and Entertainment”
struggle for survival.
Mocha Café topped with frosty
white, enticing those waiting
for a seat; a smell then taste
of salivating glory.
Politics and sports talk abound
mixed with one man’s answer to the
worlds problems with a woman’s
rebuttal in the fray.
A conservative Van Dyke peeks
over a crossword puzzle,
listening to a boisterous
pony tailed with diamond in ear.
Studs strut and belles preen
as a well-dressed lad studies
a cranberry tea, looking at a
whirlwind of his inner life.
Discussions, arguments and
such, agreements then palliation
with an orgasmic understanding
and comprehension of selves.
A melding of minds, races, ages
and dress, combining to form
a clutch of coffee
drunkards; living life.