VERY valencia

if it wasn't for the...
proximity to my home
fabulously aloof coffee handlers
put on some ella
turn on the ceiling fans to cool the staff
choose a "dirt bomb" muffin?
no...a generous slice of cranberry ROSEMARY bread...
"do you have any butter for that? NO? then idon'twantit, I DONT WANT IT!"
ill just have what the guy in the flowing yoga pants is getting...
how can he carry that cloth covered-OM journal,
the tightly-wrapped neon-green yoga mat,
the Keith Herring backpack AND
the lightly foamy mocha in that tiny paper cup
i offer him a conspicuously minimalist HEAT SHIELD
and before i can notice that the logo has been painstakingly HAND STAMPED
with the (LOGO) matching the tattered communista flag
brand new pink and purple argyle on tan grand dad socks inside a pair of dirty old Berks
accenting the weathered skinny denim pants rolled to just below the knee
casually calling out the internal side seams...what are they called?
the 45 year old patchy heair line in a perfectly pressed untucked gingham woven
kakhis rolled up one half an inch and immaculately clean tennies
two day growth of shaved head hair set off by the bushiest unkempt gotee and muttonchops
accened by a twelve gague silver door knocker nose peircing protuding from below the mustache
is that a wedding band...hold the cream...id LOVE to..
my drink is calmly handed to me as an afterthought by the androgenous ordertaker
a tiny posit strip holds the customizer list signalling to the guest that this is not one of those chain cofferees
no thank you on the long list of qualifyers
didn't you see the chalkboard above my head with the ten basic drink names carefully
chalked next to prices with no decimal points...the price is the most artistic afterthought on that board
who is she talking to? even i can read the neatly hand penned NO CELL PHONES IN LINE note taped
DRAMATICALLY to the register...understated font, overstated simplicity
we don't have to order you around, we'll just have the other patrons scouls and our indiference enforce our will
look at that babygap baby...brown asian? impeccably dressed in preseason colors
linen on the gentleman with the one rolled pant leg...just leave your bike at the door
weve only had tree laptops and two cycles yanked from underneath the patrons this week,
but its 730 am and those all happened around the noon

the line grows and the staff responds to the rush by stepping up conversation about the tatoo artist
i wonder why today, was it getting little sleep?
waking when i was no longer tired
the NEED to do nothing
starting to type with nowhere to go on the page
no agenda at all?
is it just my jealousy, shame, wonder
are these the happy folks with all the right style
so FASHIONating, do they do strabucks at work cause everyone else at the office does
or are they ashamed to break with the soviet solidarity of this place
muscles and ass bulging from fitted dress shirt (no tank or t under...love the nipples on my businessman)
thin strapped messenger man purse
starting the workday off on the blackberry in line...thank you for texting!
the two days facial growth is as manscaped as that eigth inch long near military cut hes got going
black jack spade staring into space, face frozen in a pre yawn

insomniac, red lidded, knitcapped down over his angry expression, rolls his own cig
her bag is a one piece knitted handles in that polyfuzz that could be carpet material
white paper, black lid, red stamp...the porceline is red...black with white interior and trim
the brewed coffee is french pressed for the best flavor...sure it takes longer
but im worth the robust and fresh taste...
going to go thru the trouble of roasting on sight just to brew the shit folgers style...
i don't think so

watch the tone...starting to get bitchy...
too much contempt
were going for symplathetic while at the same time
harsly, almost violently judgemental...
a wink implied in the sentence construction that says
we both know that i can only go into this excrutiating detail because
i AM these people, this place...
but really, im just like you, non pretentious, post modern
and then, im meta...judging myself, my writing process
then reminding you you're not perfect, you're complicit too
just when you start to judge me for judging the rich
you remember that you just HAD to be the first to get that new messenger bag
in that off season color which says you aren't afraid to take the risk because
after all you are the first to have that bag...WHERE did YOU GET IT?
how can you afford it when you can't even get lunch...
with every compliment on the bag you remind yourself that no money
equals no lunch so you don't have to feel as bad about the office bagel
the cream cheese was light right
and maybe they;ll focus on the brave bag color choice instead of the clashing
extra chin you notice forming in the mirror today when you were trimming
not your face...god no...that is always clean shaven
you know, you can't get it even down there without the mirror...

can you watch my laptop? i sitting so close to the door...oh,
i;ll just take it with me...he has a brand new macbook
he'd let them take my crappy lappy 2001, his ipod holds more information
than this old slug