Friday, August 17, 2007

Poetry Thursday

IN THE BACKGROUND

Whistling patron
Shop-talking cops
Indistinct voices float from TODAY

Cold case generator purrs
Metal scoop grinds against ice

Blender commotion
Hiss of steam
Ceramic warmth on my fingertips
I sigh

Cash drawer slams
Tip jar jingles
Grocery carts rattle beyond the door

All join the silent passage of my pen on paper.

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