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cappuccino moments...
cappuccino...
frothy hot
thick and strong
early morning
circulating
waking every
part of me...
people pass
on the sidewalk
others sipping
in the sunshine
richest coffee
flavourful and frothy..
through the steam
i hold my cup
to warm my fingers
then i reach into
my bag to find
my notebook..
now my coffee-cup
warmed fingers
begin to scribble
little snatches of
this and that..
a lady in loopy earrings
in clothes all matched
and every hair just so
glides past my window..
a motor humming chair
zooms by in easy style
with man aboard
in strong control..
the town is stirring slowly
the day is wide awake
it blinks and smiles in sunshine
and blows soft morning breeze..
my coffee cup i hold
with smile
and take another sip
i feel the happy moment
and let it linger on..
two ladies in
dark glasses
endlessly chat on
blowing smoke in rhythm
smiling through their haze..
two little boys
in stylish jeans
and navy matching tops
stroll by with their grandma
with energy and talk..
a fuzzy grey haired lady
wearing fashion from the past
takes her time and ambles
with something on her mind..
a couple neat and casual
with a happy holiday look
sit at the table near me
and order coffee and toast..
two sweet girls with
hair pulled back
giggle as they order
their echo bounces off
the walls and spreads
a fresh new feel..
an ancient man in baggy pants
checks the menu out
he stands there for a moment
then turns and shuffles off..
the cappuccino machine
sings sweetly
as i sit here sipping
my happy-morning-holiday-coffee..
the music in the background
is nostalgic
soft and sweet..
sunshine mixed with shadow
outside my window
dances with the breezes
and rhythm of the day..
outside in the village green
people soak the morning sun
checking on the latest
news in the paper..
a red haired stately lady
from a past when times were rich
ambles past with confidence
and a striking touch of class..
a man in orange beanie
strides uneven steps
in clothes hanging loosely
on his very bony frame..
a father and son are seated
on a table quite nearby
they softly chat together
freely sharing memories..
across the street
a bank machine
with speed spits out cash
which is swiftly grabbed
by a scruffy man with two
tiny girls by his side..
my coffee cup is empty
and i walk over to the counter
and pay..
as i stroll outside into the sunshine
i glance back over my shoulder
and smile at the now empty table
in the window..
Joy Weare.
7th July, 2006.
cappuccino moments...
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