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Coffee

  • Morning coffee

    Saturday Early, but not too I bring her a cup of coffee rich stuff, the good stuff our special Saturday blend She stirs gently, like the brew setting the mug on her nightstand pheromones blend with aromatic Arabica Saturday morning alchemy dissolves into Saturday afternoon – Mark L. Lucker © 2017 http://lrd.to/sxh9jntSbd Read more

  • Bartender genome

    Sitting alone at a bar downing rows of tequila shots earns you your bar cred griping rights: politics, sports, love, loss, life’s inequities pour-out-your-heart privilege, at the very least knowing, indifferent nod, patronizing smile tacit agreement smirk ‘go for it’ shrug Sitting by yourself at Starbucks’ throwing back espresso shots buys you a hipster buzz Read more

  • Morning coffee

    Saturday. Early, but not too. I bring her a cup of coffee the rich stuff, good stuff our special Saturday blend. She stirs gently, like the brew I set the mug on her nightstand Pheromones blend with aromatic Arabica Saturday morning alchemy dissolves into Saturday afternoon Read more

  • Transitional

    French Quarter coffee shop; ancient, transformed corner-building with a long view, a cloudy morning post-Saturday revelry, mingling with locals, the normal eclectic folks of ‘The Quarter’ just being; an older man, oblivious, sketches in a large pad, a young woman writes in a leather-clad journal, multiple laptops are in use, a variety of newspapers strewn Read more

  • Bartender genome

    Sitting alone at a bar downing a row of tequila shots will earn you something from across the bar; griping rights, pour-out-your-heart privileges – at the very least, a knowing nod, acknowledging smile, tacit agreement, ‘go for it’ shrug Sitting by yourself at Starbucks counter coolly throwing back espresso shots while clicking away on your laptop Read more