i want to live in the land of java
and overstuffed couches
that are eclectically thrown about the marble floors
of Generic Hip Little Coffee Shop U.S.A.
where the smoke hangs in the air
and the only light
is that which peaks through the tinted windows
that look out on the world of passersby
lost in their little worker bee lives
oblivious to those of us behind the glass
in the land of java
sitting on overstuffed couches
with our pens in hand
and gargantuan mugs on our laps
all java day long

until java night falls
and all the little hipsters,
freakadees and neo-beatniks
come out to play
in the spotlight shining on the java stage
to read, listen and feel
the unspoken understanding
of each other
i dig it, you dig it
we all dig it
in the land of java

the inevitable wave of reality swells up.
i don't even like the taste of coffee.

indeed.

but i sure do love the aroma.

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