I’m sitting at my favorite table
watching steam rise from my coffee,
regular coffee with just honey and Half & Half.
Bryan McPherson sings about life through my headphones.
I watch a musician tune his guitar
on the small coffee shop ‘stage,’
he seems lost to the world.
My eyes move to a young couple:
the girl playing on her laptop
while the boy across from her,
headphones in, hasn’t looked up from his phone.
A few tables away an older man
is splitting his concentration between his iPad & sandwich.
Behind the counter, my favorite barista
wipes down his work station between customers.
The musician speaks into the microphone,
“Test one, two... Hi, everyone.”
I pause my iPod, take out my headphones.
The young woman closes her computer,
taps her companion on the arm.
He pulls his earbuds out and turns to the stage.
The older man moves to the other side of his table
giving a skeptical eye to the young musician.
My barista sets down his rag and leans on the counter.
I smile, take a sip of coffee,
as the musician strums his first chord.