Coffee Pots

Embraced by the familiar acidity of espresso

The kind that lingers in your sweaters

Reminds you of where you came from

Subtle, Indie, grooves

Set the tone

To this familiar place

Which has been a home

A home which has wiped my tears

and gifted me a place to escape, get away

Where the baristas who share their warmth

know my story and my name

As I sit in this booth

tapping in sync with the clinking of coffee pots

I close my eyes and silence invades

Until a mug is set before me

I tell Nicole she can keep the change