I like the buzz of the coffeehouse,
soothing to the ears,
and the quiet, classical music,
and the coffee-grinder's gears.
I like the marble conter-tops
like Italy come west,
and the native art from the coffee lands,
bringing my mind to rest
so I can get down to business:
lubricant thoughts that come,
and the lubricated flow from my pen,
amid this pleasant hum.
Peets sounds wonderful, reminds me of a coffeehouse here. Thoroughly enjoyed, Diane
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A nicely oiled penning. Unpretentious. Lyrical. Sounds most conducive to more... love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx