This is the place where the past and present collide.
A uniform meeting of the minute displacement of the minds.
A travesty yet to unwind like government time.
Brass buckled beginning with the corner cupboard
the Soundly Sirens opened to cafe KoKo
like Gershwins Rhapsody in the blue
the spring will sing the songs needed to be sung
missing from the depths of unconsciousness
are the answers that have yet to reveal
awkward and present
singing melodies that will lull the passerby
provoking indigent notions of what is meant to be.
Natures repeating designs yet to be redundant
like words of a paragraph, not a poem
or song that create rhythms the
mystify the mind
the paint and people change
the customers stay the same.
yet the feeling remains..
The coffee smell fills each crevis
good looking eclectic people spending
indifferent waking moments
sipping in bliss
eating local flavors