at the hipster
coffee shop
they are adjusting
their black framed
glasses
on their noses while
they say things
like. I know
exactly what you
mean. they sip beet
soup, and nibble
on seaweed cookies
staring deeply
into one another's
I pads and phones.
the women are free
from animal
tested make up
and the men have never
heard of an unplaid
shirt or comb.
there's music coming
from upstairs, indie
music with a throbbing
beat and a mournful
wail of a woman
singing about the
injustices of the world,
and it's diminishing
whale population.
but the coffee is hot,
and it's cold
outside, so you stay
awhile and watch.
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