Crack-House

Early morning,
I am sitting in the usual place
among mid-week meeting attendees.

My attitude was that of a man
who had nothing to lose;
my attention span was that of a disinterested child
while hiding behind my smart-phone.

2218-starbucks-coffee-cupThe discussions often digressed as my sarcasm found opportunities to interject itself.

I soon lost myself in the chatter; staring out of the conference room window, noticing small groups of people walking to the nearby Starbucks.

It was funny to me how
a bunch of cranky looking people
going inside the coffee house would come out
looking ecstatic.

The scenario reminded me of
the people that went in and out of
the little blue house on the corner,
in my old neighborhood.

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