The New Moon Cafe Poem by David Jason Robinson

clad in ray bans
jean shorts and backpack
iPod adorned I arrive
at The New Moon Café
my town's hipster dive
at the intersection of
Richland and Laurens
world music blaring
the coffee an organic blend
I see a bumper sticker
it says Tybee Island bomb squad
the free speech zone where
old newspapers go to die
and the wall is covered
with signs from every
liberal democratic candidate
the counter guy has on
a faux event staff t-shirt
and the cook looks
strikingly like Che Guevara
just lacking beret and AK-47
the hardwood floors
hold antique furniture
the paintings say Jeffrey Hair
and North Aiken Elementary
the tea sweet and anti-sweet
I sit and write on this
ninety-six degree day
very deep in Carolina
and all is justified
when I see the sign:
break the chains-
shop independent stores
and it all finally makes sense