Café 97 (interlude)
Paxton Rutherford
[Spoken Word]
I’m sat all alone in a coffee shop, my second cappuccino of the day steams on the counter waiting for pickup
Birds are singing, wind is blowing
I stare at the wood table surrounded with a nice warm golden trim and the bread crumbs beside my boots
“We close soon” the manager said to me, “ sure thing” I say back packing up my things to leave
I grab my leather jacket and leave the Cafe 97