Coffee Shop Girl
Arctic wind blows through my fibre
pinching me til it stings
I shovel my way through the glass door
as the bell above it tinkles
They all look up
at the centre of my moment
til the wave breaks
and each gaze falls back
to its respective shore
line up at the coffee trough
nose dazzled by the smell of
ancient brew and foreign lands
I await my turn at the altar
Soft eyes
warm embrace of a smile
she dulls the point of her tongue
on my frost-numbed senses
Knee jerk response
the tickle of small talk
at the base of my throat
Cold soul sinking
like a winter sunset
I sell my soul for a
no foam, low fat, decaf vanilla latte'
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