I
and my solitude,
meet in this coffee shop.
The silent hum of the air conditioner;
soft Brahms piano sonata on the stereo;
Irish flavored coffee,
peppered with an Indian air-
all of these, condiments of my evening;
When I hold conversations with my solitude,
over cups of coffee.
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