Comments about Denise Gillette
A Day At The Runcible Spoon
As the doors open to the Runcible Spoon
the bold aroma of coffee draws the people in.
Hot Java and crusty scones with jam mingle with
the scanners of the news. Light chit-chat fills the air.
Spoons jingle and cups clatter. The sun shines brightly. The afternoon beckons in crowds of philosophers
sipping on their espressos and voicing their views.
Loners sit at corner tables perusing novels,
partaking in cafe au lait. Clove cigarettes
haze in front of the sun dazed windows. Evening summons in students, piling the tables
with tiresome textbooks, pounding...