Concrete jungle

Writing today....?

Coffee shop love story

She walked by,

Her jeans a little too tight

And her sugary iced tea

Was as red as her cheap

Two dollar drugstore lipstick.

Wearing earth tones and indie music

Blasting from

Oversize headphones

As her tiny feet in too-large shoes carried her forward

And past the man

Scribbling away at his soul -

A mere sketch pad

Containing interpretations of

His visions.

Her protruding hip bone bumped into his chair,

Altering his vision,

And their eyes met

Just for a second,

And they connected.

Damn, I could have watched this story unfold

Just for that second,

Had they not called out

Grande skinny vanilla latte

And had I not been craving,

Aching for that caffeine

That drove me away from this tale

Of two strangers

Creating a coffee shop love story.

Love it