Coffee Pots
Embraced by the familiar acidity of espresso
The kind that lingers in your sweaters
Reminds you of where you came from
Subtle, Indie, grooves
Set the tone
To this familiar place
Which has been a home
A home which has wiped my tears
and gifted me a place to escape, get away
Where the baristas who share their warmth
know my story and my name
As I sit in this booth
tapping in sync with the clinking of coffee pots
I close my eyes and silence invades
Until a mug is set before me
I tell Nicole she can keep the change
Doubt
A feeing so vague yet so familiar.
LAME can’t begin to describe having dreams to dance among the stars, but being held back by the FEAR of choking on the clouds.
Knowing what keeps you fulfilled, but deciding to settle for the gum stuck to the bottom of your shoe because it’s RELIABLE and SAFE.
Yep, definitely the LAMEST superpower ever...but at least I’m a superhero