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
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