“Time for a coffee (or few)” Gun Roswell

Time for Coffee

Running around
Like a mad woman
Dashing, bouncing, skipping, hopping
Looking for something
To be found

Feeling antsy
All the way to my pantsuit
Wondering, probing
The inner me
I then, what do I see

A shop, with coffee
A coffee shop
A place where one can get coffee

I start running
It’s not even that funny
It with my arms flailing
I am the place slowly gaining
Reaching for the door

The smells so wonderful
I think I am in heaven now
As far I walk to the counter
And then place my order

Coffee, please, large