Different slip of tongue
Cinnamon aroma collides,
with tobacco smoke.
As ideas conveyed,
person to person knocks.
Like stranger stares,
right into their hearts.
Piano sound in the air,
attuned with laughter.
Diversified personal thoughts,
trying to make their own living.
Everyday is a new day,
another time to waste,
to learn, to ponder, and to treasure.
Here, while sipping hot coffee,
enjoying everyone's company.
In a warm August sun.
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