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Java-House Poetry – circa 1999

June 21, 2011

They teared down Java-house some years ago. This is not actually tragic, probably. But my heart still flinched. The removal of a place and a time that is now long gone. The Java-house invited you to enter, contemplate. I spend large chunks of my life there, studying, playing chess, writing and pretending to be a poet — all while drinking over-priced coffee in mug-bowls. I would carry this with me my whole life.

I fell in love in a coffee-shop at least once.  A dozen times.

Noise and Sound kissed off
with sexy, soft jazz
squeezing drops of romance
from the crystal air.
A beautiful woman
whose face curved into
the shape of her hair
Sighing softly
at the sound of her breath
that brushed by
rustling the edges
of the world.

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