The shop most likely to
turn glasses misty, humid
with the closeness of the
work, the laughter, the
chimes of caffeinated
conversation. Seats come
precious to the sitters in
winter, a university of study,
shambolic in its distraction,
hyperbolic in its grinding
expressions on foam. Rest
a moment. See The Clash
postered to the left of The
Fall. Observe chalkboard
specialties, a latte lurking
to especially fan the shame
of being young. Please wash
your stained hands, even if
you don't work
here.
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Roman Ryan 
I adore Indie Coffee! I enjoy the garden there with Hannah and Dan. 😉 Your poem captures the environment so well. I like the words: shambolic, distraction, hyperbolic; the phrases: “chimes of caffeinated conversation,” “seats come precious,” “a latte lurking,” and “the shame of being young” (I remember feeling that back in the day, but never knew how to call it.) The line breaks are delicious. Keep writing! -tad (I finished my novel.)
It’s a fantastic place! Thank you for reading! And where/when can your novel be found??