Three Line Lunch: Cafe Tropical Morning

a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 233

Cafe Tropical Morning

Caught in a whirlwind—work deadlines piled on pre-trip to Michigan. Back on caffeine
Three days now. This is a place to stop, sit at scratched & battered heavy wooden table.
To think, sip cortado, observe the moving life around me. A pause, before launching in.