A blonde barista
In a felt fedora
Dreams in the steam
Off the espresso machine.
Sneakers and sandals
Slap the chocolate floor.
The sun slants in
Through louvers. Behind glass,
A pink beach cruiser rusts
At bars, spokes, and basket.
Girls toy with phones
Beside the hydrant.
A red Mustang pulls over
On the corner of A Street
And Coast Highway.
The barista tongs a brownie.
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