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Cafe Musings

Café Musings Same seat, corner, window, back to the outside. Lost in a time warp of whimsy, voices, half thoughts, overheard chatter. She is tall, stately, impatient. He is rumpled, unshaven, fumbling for his change. He is invisible to most, she is obvious to all. What funnel of diversity directs them through the door and why? Loud voices wishing not to be heard bathe in smart phone glow, smiles, scowls, tears, latte. Shifting their weight they pour the coffee, attempt to smile, know there is no clock but look for the time, wipe the counters, restock the donuts, muffins, and thank yous. The funnel never seems to empty, the door never to close, the nameless, shapeless, shadows pass through the humming drone of discordant sounds. Same seat, corner, window, back to the outside. John G. Lawless Cafe Musings 1/27/2014

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Date: 4/7/2014 9:50:00 PM
oh my!!!! i want sommore....so good!!!
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Date: 2/6/2014 3:23:00 PM
wowowow, you really took this one to town!!! Probably about the best one I have read in this contest. I love it. Very intelligent writing.
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Date: 1/27/2014 8:48:00 PM
Nice take and approach to the café musings, John
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