Magic Beans

European-style elegance Meets modern ingenuity Where stools too high to sit in welcome tired feet in flip flops Near the tourist bookstore Standing just across the street In tasteful jingles ~ Creaking through the heavy door The ordinary becomes more. Voices rise over carafe’s, Through Musak in the old café Where egg-shell mugs are neatly stacked below a chalkboard menu. And in-between glossy lacquers A ritual of life endures ~ With whipped cream topping And a dash of chocolate sprinkles.