The aroma of coffee
It drifts through the air
Inviting me in
The door is painted a dark green
The kind that is chipped from age
As well as for charm and effect
People inside sit by the windows
Reading their books,papers
Some write
Other just watch the passers by
The menus are handwritten
On real chalkboard choices await
Just above the counter where the register lay
It may be late at night
Slash
Early in the morn
But with company such as this
You can't help but feel warm
In this little coffee shop
I oh so adore
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