Inside the Lines 'Portland Coffee House'

waiting in line.. in step... in monotones.. at mid afternoon. waiting for a cup of coffee from a thin barista. while outside it is raining.. outside the clouds float by in gray shades of indifference outside a few pigeons cheat the sidewalks mortared lines. yet inside the lines of my skin is more than water. waiting in line.. in step... in monotones for my caffiene osmosis. mixing a little of octobers cloudy reason with some powdered vanilla in my cup of coffee. the radio overhead is tuned to natinal public radio. it is a man and a woman talking about dandilions and the dwindling mountian goat population. i think they are wearing sweaters but i will never really know