Javarama

The sweet smell of coffee and cigarettes,
Wafts through the little haven on the corner of
Irving and fourteenth street.
A place you have come to think of as a home from home.

The invigorating nicotine and the bitter expresso.
They combine to install a feeling which you recognize,
solitude, refuge and peace.

As you sit on those high wooden stools, chin in hand.
Dreamily gazing out at rain laden clouds.
The sky fills like ink from a pot,
overturning, cascading down the window,
a miniature waterfall.

A summer rainstorm, the coming of fall.
The grays the greens the browns all fuse into the most
inspirational of colors,
the most inspirational thing.

The leaves which litter the sidewalks
crunch beneath your blue sneakers.
As you walk, head down, slowly, smiling to yourself,
on your way home. Solitude, refuge, peace and a mug of coffee.