Sittin' in a corner coffee shop,
Straight from a shopping spree,
Quietly spending time
With nobody else but me.
Not on a deadline or curfew;
Taking in sounds of the city.
Drivers honk at each other,
And some of their language is gritty.
Pedestrians rush for the subway;
Hissss goes a bus's hydraulics;
A guy yells "Showtime, showtime!"
While a guy with a bucket drum frolics.
The montage of mass mayhem soothes me,
As I sit, entranced and at rest.
Barista says, " Next coffee's free."
This day in New York is the best.
© 2024 Teresa Miles Kephart
No comments:
Post a Comment