'The first cup of coffee in a new cafe' by Celia Jenkins
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'The first cup of coffee in a new cafe'
I was lost.
I needed directions,
but the woman shook her head
and looked at me, disgusted.
How does one display the joy
when they find something they're looking for
in a place they've never been?
What to try?
The usual, a new blend,
perhaps the New York expresso,
a Swiss hot chocolate?
Where to sit?
A window seat, in the corner,
or converse with the friendly man
who smiled when you walked in?
I ordered and sat down
surrounded by leather.
An Agatha Christie in one hand,
I looked around satisfied.
This would do nicely.
On my way back to the bus
a couple stopped me and asked
for directions.
I smiled inwardly,
and gave them.
- Celia Jenkins
