morning cup

the coffee shop is full
of young
hipsters with
strollers and kids,
newly weds,
college aged
and older.
it's loud and bright
on a sunday morning.
the walls are red,
abstract
paintings, large
leafed plants.
the music is loud.
there is a whirl of
life going on. the door
keeps swinging open.
the machines keep pumping
out cup after cup.
the beans are
being grinded.
it wakes you up, too
awake
for a sunday morning.
you just need
a paper,
and quiet and coffee,
to be able to lean
towards each other
and say, hey.
I love you. good morning,
let's walk
and not stay.