First Time At Poetrysoup Cafe
As I enter, I look around taking in how the seating is arranged. Not merely looking for a place to sit and rest or eat. I am looking for a place to study. No, not from a book or laptop or tablet. But from those around me.
I look for a seat that will set my back to a wall. Not because I am afraid of whats behind me. But merely because if a wall is behind me or better yet a corner I will know that I have a view of everyone. If I can view everyone it is less likely that I will miss the story they have to tell. Everyone here has a story to tell and I for one would rather not miss a single one.
I believe that all stories have merit. Whether it be to entertain or teach a lesson. All stories deserve to be heard. That is why I am here. That is why I came.
I came to listen and observe. To hear every story. To be entertained and Learn.
I may even tell my tale. Maybe even a story or two. Though I am not as eloquent or well versed as others here I am new and I am learning so bear with me as I will with you.
As I spot the seat I am looking for I walk over and before I can sit I am welcomed by Thomas Simunsen and several others. I apologize for not getting their names because my memory is crap. They laugh and I immediately know I like here, especially when I find out they serve beer.
I order my beer and I sit down.
I listen and I drink.
I sit there until closing time. Never did really want to leave.
But leave I must and come back I shall.
As I walk home I hear my stomach grumble. I realize I never ordered any food. I just sat there nursing my beer all night, listening as everyone told their stories.
I may not have eaten any food while I was there but I realize I am leaving with a warmth and fullness of spirit that will bring me back for more.
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