In the coffee shop the blues are playing
While the barista calls back orders from the counter clerk.
The man at the counter is ordering a
Long complicated drink in the largest cup available
And it costs him nearly six dollars. The woman
Behind him has tattoos all over her arms and legs
But the only one I get a good look at is that of a willow tree
Travelling down the length of her lower leg
From her knee to her ankle. It is delicate and long
Like the man's drink order.
There's a lot going on in the coffee shop. People,
Seven deep stand about waiting on their specialty drinks
And the barista is working like mad filling orders
And accounting for the new orders being called out
From the girl behind the counter. It's all very spectacular really
To see them working in unison. And all for coffee.
The man next to me is involved in a conversation with someone
Plugged into his ear and it fails to astonish me to see
The lonely looking woman wearing the wedding ring
Sitting across from him looking expressionless
As if she has given up something serious a long time ago.
The barista calls out Venti Caramel Macchiato while the girl behind
The counter tells him that the next order is for a double tall mocha blended coffee
Without whipped cream while grabbing a pumpkin scone from the cooler
On her left and the barista grabs another cup and a Sharpie pen and
Lines the order up in sequence. It's like a machine and I marvel at it.
I could not do a job like this. I could not remember the details.
The man next to me sees someone he knows and lets the person
Plugged into his head go to do whatever important thing he or she
Needs to do and greets the man with a firm handshake
While the woman wearing the wedding ring stares blankly into
Her coffee cup remembering something she forgot to do at home
Or with her life.

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