Sitting on fake suede, the tap of rain

Drumming its heartbeat

On misty-eyed windows

Tear streaked in

Our drawn out pause.

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Teacup clatter of faceless strangers

Mingles with the meaningless words drowning out

The too loud walls.

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The world spins with the swirl of your spoon

Dispersing sweetness (artificial of course)

To soften these sounds,

Threatening in their clarity.

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Cappuccino froth still fresh on your lip

As you stand to walk away

The fall of your footstep echoing in time

To the mournful beat

Of our Coffee House Blues.