Saturday, November 27, 2010

Life is like a coffeehouse.
People come & go.

Some will place their order
wait patiently until
they get their drink
or maybe doughnuts
then go.

Some will place their order
and in the unfortunate sense
that satisfaction is not met
they will explode and
maybe shout hurtful obscenities
leaving you seething
and helpless
behind the counter, and you
wonder if what you did was
THAT wrong for them to hurt you
THAT way.
And then they will go.

Some will place their order
and talk you up, start a
conversation, smiling and
pleasant the whole time
asking how are you and if
you're busy, make small talk
eye contact and wish you
a very good day, the world
in it's right place.
And they, too, shall go.

Life is like a coffeehouse.
If they feel at home
inside a place full of strangers
unknown faces,
differing ways to their coffees,
burnt out, hung over,
studying for an exam...

almost definitely
they will come back.

©jln.

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