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The Meeting Place

Coffee shop observations.

The scratch of a pen.
Notebook leaves flap.
‘Phone ringtones buzz
and sing and ring, starting
one-sided converations.
Friendly chats around the
tables, over cups of steaming
and iced beverages.
Laughter echoes.
Students. Business people.
Unemployed.
Middle class homemakers,
getting in a break from
their runs and then
off to the high end market
or for a beauty treatment
before home to catch up on
their daily dose of soap operas.
We are all here.
The fix we need comes quick,
whether caffeine, company
or that wireless connection
to the wider world,
outside of this oasis.

An original poem – please seek permission before reproducing in any way.