Poet In The Coffee Shop

new brew
roasting, flowing
aroma rolling
through
atmosphere,

machines
grinding, growling
out fresh
caffeine

and you,
awash in lilting
ballads, consuming
lovers
across the room.

Just keep your eyes down
on your honeyed-
words,

frenzied bees
that buzz,

and to song
burst.

poem by Steven Federle
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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