Coffee Shop
by Kelli Weldon
the doorbell chimes and you stand in a line
a pastime you have come to treat as sacred
latte or Americano, oat or almond, the special, an excuse
to look at another face, a nod, swirls and edges of local art
bulletin board posts speaking your language
bassist needed, co-op garden, yoga classes,
grief groups, Cabaret showtimes, love is love stickers
savor a kiss of steam from a cup, heat in your hands
hear the whirring grinder, hum of baristas’ voices
sure hands pouring out hot milk
comfort and calm amid the bustle
welcome in, here you go! buzzing
look over there, stay awhile
there’s a seat saved just for you.
Kelli Weldon (she/her) was born in Louisiana and now resides in Texas. Find her poetry in Black Moon Magazine, Boats Against The Current, Duck Duck Mongoose Magazine, Eclectica Magazine, Frost Meadow Review, In Parentheses, and Rewrite The Stars Review. Instagram: @kelliwritespoems