Bobbi Coffee
Under low hanging lights
tucked tightly back into this café corner
Laptop open and my favorite order
You’ll see me there
In my favorite hoodie with tangled headphones
and a mask shoved behind my ears
You’ll see me there
staring at the bell tower towering over
my hair
I hope you find me here
when unanswered text messages dance
like Diddle’s lights on the eyes of fans
I hope you find me here
if I’m not sitting on the stairwell at Cherry
or walking to the bus stop near The Registry
rain or shine
tucked tightly under these low hanging lights
People-watching out from under my hair
sipping cold brew as Guthrie meets my stare
and a mask shoved behind my ears
You can find me here.
