this old coffee shop

It’s all the same, all of it

except it’s all very different

from what I remember

it’s more or less weathered

the wall’s still orange

the bricks are still painted red

the music’s never stopped

it’s still sympathetic

in this old coffee shop

where I once roamed

head over heels

with everyone, though

I know it’s hard to believe

Rosie’s staring back at me

judging as if to say,

welcome back old friend —

now get the hell out of dodge!