The rasp of coffee, followed by the hiss of whipped cream;
Pocket change singing after the ding of another sale;
A clatter of ice accenting the hum of the cooler;
And in the corner, a keyboard clicks.
The door thumps open at the rattle of the bar;
A woosh, then the slap of it closing;
Alarm beeps send annoyed footsteps back to the library desk;
And in the corner, a baby laughs.
That familiar voice, the slide of a chair;
A backpack slumps to the floor, the laugh of a close friend;
Timeless ringtone, the click of a phone;
And in the corner, a woman sighs.
“Hello” ”How are you?” “When’s your next class?” ;
“Nice shoes” “Nice phone” “Did you see last night’s episode?” ;
“I love you” “Goodbye” “I need to get going.” ;
And in the corner, a young mother juggles life and dreams.