Coffee Shop

Monday morning
Out of bed I flop
Hair looks like a mop
Drive to the coffee shop

Corner of Stonebridge and Vann
The music sounds like bop
Dollar bills drop
Got a latte at the coffee shop

Burn my tongue
I almost hop
Blow my breath through the top
Sitting in the coffee shop

A lady with head phones
In the corner is propped
Seems like  her music won't stop
Sitting there in the coffee shop

Two guys at the window
Dressed like cops
One wipes his mouth of a glop
Here in the coffee shop

A gray-haired man looks at me
Our eyes meet then his pop
The other way to avoid a social flop
He's looking around in the coffee shop

I scribble an old hymn I memorized
But not wanting to be a slop
Avoiding causes for my pen to plop
Thinking of you in the coffee shop

You sit here, too
Waiting for an op
For my world to stop
So I'll notice you in the coffee shop