two steps up

and to the right

a glass door

with a smooth

metal handle

like a sun dried

cotton shirt

swings open

to a place

where strangers

and regular’s

sit on stools

or in booths

leaning forward

sharing hushed tones

while some wait

and others accept


as the city outside

rushes by


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