Afternoon coffee shoppe

I see this room coloured
in browns, yellows, and greens
from the ceiling to the floor;
some grey splashed in between.

There are three kinds of lights
setting the atmosphere
the lamps, the sun, the “brights”
adding some warmth in here.

Quiet kitchen sizzlin’s
cut through radio jazz
with machina rumblin’s
that add to the pizazz.

Last, there are my fellows
who’re scattered ‘round the room.
They come and then they go,
usually too soon.