𝓒𝓸𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓮 𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮…

             The wind is cold, the streets are dark and wet.

The masses are huddled in their coats Just trying to keep warm.

Up the walk, they scurry, Catching the scent of the Beans; On the wind.

And Seeing the warm glow of the Coffee shop window.

Oh, how they wish to be there quicker, 1,2,3, more steps with a sigh.

The warmth of the porthole soothes them, as they enter,

Seeing Friendly faces new and old.

One by One as it’s always done they approach the counter to order their brew,

So they can sit in a cozy corner and listen to a poem or two.

And fellowship with friends and maybe make new,

Enjoying Coffee Time Like We All Do…

~Trisha Morgan~