Poetry: Cafe


by Kent Malcom

The door trips the bell to a small-town cafe
**********************************She walks in
silence drips through grease scented air
feeling the heat of coffee and whispers
walking slowly to let gossip rise
*********************************She realizes
thirty-five years is not enough time
to open a hometown mind
or fade into their shade of white

You can read more of Kent Malcom’s work at the following link: https://allpoetry.com/Kent_Malcom

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