In the coffee shop

Poetry 1 Minute

Reggae beats drift amid the aroma of french roast

as passersby huddle at a bus stop.

Fastidious baristas scurry like floating heads

arms moving as if controlled by a puppeteer.

 

Published by Nick Saba

I'm a writer who practices ultrasound. Poetry is my passion, and Irony is my best friend. On my free time I take pictures of people's organs to help radiologists make diagnoses.

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