a corner counter and a stool
that’s all it took, really, just
a corner counter and a stool
and the decadent, local brew—
that’s all it took, really, just
a corner counter and a stool
and no matter the talented barista (my name they always knew)
or the decadent, local brew—
that’s all it took, really, just
a corner counter and a stool
and the music themed walls, background sounds, books to view
and no matter the talented barista (my name they always knew)
or the decadent, local brew—
that’s all it took, really, just
a corner counter and a stool
and the patrons’ charm and chatter over a sip or two
and the music themed walls, background sounds, books to view,
and no matter the talented barista (my name they always knew)
or the decadent, local brew—
that’s all it took, really, just
a corner counter and a stool
What they say about this place is true.
“You are a stranger here but once,” because of the interesting crew
and the patrons’ charm and chatter over a sip or two
and the music themed walls, background sounds, books to view,
and no matter the talented barista (my name they always knew)
or the decadent, local brew—
that’s all it took, really, just
a corner counter and a stool
** Thanks, Rob (and Debbie, Lee, and Dan), for one of the most productive and enjoyable summers a teacher/coffee drinker/writer could ask for!
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