A copy of Jim Harrison’s The Women Lit by Fireflies<\/i> found in the cafe library. I borrow it for a friend.<\/p>\n
I stash my books in the library’s handcrafted book case built by a deceased patron. My books rest between Danielle Steele and Clive Cussler.<\/p>\n
Another white cup, but no logo. I taste the difference.<\/p>\n
Stevie Ray Vaughn plays.<\/p>\n
No new products advertised.<\/p>\n
People are conversing. Someone in here is thinking of a good idea that might improve the world, I can just feel it. I can almost smell it.<\/p>\n
Across the street, decades ago, I began my life as a writer. It began in an old brick building paid for by a Robber Baron. No one is ever going to write that about the new digital Robber Barons. They are ten times more heinous than Mellon, Carnegie and Rockefeller and wear fitted t-shirts wile doing the robbing.<\/p>\n
I smell baked goods.<\/p>\n
A woman with purple hair meets a man with gray hair.<\/p>\n
People are talking about the sun.<\/p>\n
A huge man comes in wearing yellow suspenders to hold up his gut.<\/p>\n
Do I write differently while drinking coffee in a corporate atmosphere? Someone should conduct a study.<\/p>\n
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