Wednesday, December 2, 2009

All Blues

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December...
Borders Café...
Coffee...
Laptop running...
Miles Davis on my iPod...
Camera sitting next to me, at the ready.

Pretty college girls work on their homework.
Old women in Christmas sweaters sip cappuccino and talk of bargains.
Men sit flipping through magazines while "Blue-teeth" blink in their ears.
Pages turn...
Pens move...
Sips are taken.

Espresso machine calls out with the "WOOSH" sound of milk frothing...
Mixing with the snare-like sound of gift-wrap being torn at the wrapping table...
And the clicking of light taps on keyboards...
As Miles' horn blows in my ears...
and Coltrane tears the world up with a flutter of fingers dancing across well-worn brass.

The parking lot lights come on... catching my attention.
A blonde with a fake Louis Vuitton bag walks past the window at a speed that says "It's much colder than I thought it'd be".
A large woman with two large children gazes at the dessert case, as if the answer is somewhere behind the carrot cake.
The Regulars start to pour in... staking their claim to tables near electrical outlets that help to power-up their thoughts and confusions...

And I sit right smack in the middle...
Smiling...
the only one who can hear the music of it all.

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