When writing first began
It was coffee shops and a backpack
Always in my car so I could stop there anytime
You could smoke in the restaurants then
Not that long ago really
but nothing ever stays the same.
I remember rainy nights before cell phones
And Wi-Fi and the internet as we know it today
My car a backpack filled with empty books my mind was filling
Sometimes friends would meet me there
Most likely out last them with the bottomless coffee back
then
So many personalities congregated at that sometimes-lonely
coffee shop
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