early morning at the cafe

it is early morning and i park

my car in empty parking lot

and walk to the front door of the cafe

as i open the door i am greeted with

mozart that quickly changes to country?

I sit at the corner, get myself situated

plug my lap top, wish I hand a book instead

what i mean is i wish that it was back then

before all this

i walk to the counter and i am greeted by newlywed tiffany

she hands me a card with my name on it written with a sharpie pen

it is  thank you card with a gift inside. I order my soy extra ice mocha,

but she is quick and it is already made. I look at the case of morning pastries

then look away and before i can stop myself i say i will have

a pumpkin scone please, oh gosh i never order such a thing

and considering that my waist line has grown since i started blogging

i wonder now is that just me? i return back to the table

and now louis armstrong is playing and i start to remember my cafe

and how louis armstrong would play as i got everything ready for the first customer...

now people start to trickle in, i hear every voice clearly

I hear the noise their shoes make as they hit the tile

i look out the window as i sip my first sip, the sky is changing

it is a lovely pale blue with hints of gold

I am wondering about my day now, but quickly i say

to myself, be here in this moment don't rush morning

i love this time of day.