In a Coffee Shop

Posted on 24. Oct, 2010 by Musaed in Short Articles

So, here I am sitting in a coffee shop. Finally, after a heavy day at work, its time for me to relax…I don’t like going into crowded places. This place can get pretty full at night, but I’m here at the dead time. Sitting outside, cloudy weather, no kids or big kids (if you know what I mean). Nice chill, it comes with every soft breeze… Very refreshing

Sitting a cross from me, three of my best friends, my book, my coffee, and my music (ipod). And I am planning to enjoy their company. As I reached out towards the table, to grab… grab what??? Which one to start with??

I froze..? My arm was still stretched … all the sudden the entire world stopped, every single moment become an eternity… Everything that was silent started to speak…every object had a voice… and I start to hear a fight in front of me… an argument is more like it.. it was between my friends. All three of them… all three are trying to get my attention, my book, my coffee, and my music. I start to hear:

Book: of course I am your favorite, I am the birth of civilizations, I take you to different worlds, I travel with you through times, I am the keeper of religions, I am the judge of history, I am the picture of every fantasy. Off course you will pick me… where will you be without me…

Music: oh please would you give the man a break, isn’t it enough the years he spent staring at you at school… all those nights and days… no… its time to let you go… it is my time, time to feel, time to dance…time to fly, for I too can travel through the soul and thoughts… I am the joy of every celebration. I give every battle its charge…I give every love its passion…I give every tear its attention…

with me you can think… with me you can feel… I can make you forget…and I can make you remember… things that were…things that are…and some things that have not yet come to pass…I listen to you… you do not listen to me…cause I am your image… surfacing your emotions… to you.

Coffee: hey you two, I think you both have forgotten that this is my place…and that is why the man came here…he came for me… for I require no attention like you both do… I wake up the senses… I alert the mind…and I warm the body…

some hold me with two hands for my warmth…I ignite the thoughts… I race the heart…I can be bold… but also soothing…I am strong when you need me to be… you can take me with you…or you can stay with me.

As I listen in shock to this wonder in front of me, the world gained its motion again… Every thing starts to move again. My table shock so hard, and I thought “the table will have a saying into this?” but it was just the clumsy waiter hitting my table with his tray… only to spill my coffee “friend” over my other two friends… socking the book and destroying my ipod… and all I have now is a silly smile from the waiter saying

“sorry, can I get you another?”

-Musaed

Tags: artical, coffee, music