What Crosses My Mind

  • Coffeehouse Missives

    Morning chatter all at once in your face I am this guy and you are her she is who I hoped he might be we are all words and eyes and expressions dance with me, and let me see how you handle the next five ten or fifteen minutes. I’ll be here all day by…

  • Coffeehouse Moment

    Do you mind if I sit here I mean No one seems to be there Except you I mean Nobody might imagine though Your jacket Your newspaper Your purse Your additional cup of coffee Clever ploy To create an identity to protect your own I mean All the soft chairs belong to you for the…