Observation at Sunset Coffee
The ticking sound of a coffee place full of people on their lap tops
Jimi Hendrix in the background. A guy with a ponytail sits with headphones in staring at the distance at nothing in particular.
A piece of metal is hanging off the gutter, twisting around the pipe in jerking motions. There is a forgotten cobweb in the corner of the room dancing from the air blowing from the fan. A man in a purple shirt is on an important phone call across the parking lot. He is pacing, the call doesn’t seem to be going well. Metal on metal, blenders, stirring, clinking glasses. Upbeat Jazz music plays, horns and drums and scat singing. The music doesn’t fit the atmosphere of the place, everyone working silently or in small groups. There seems to be a date happeneing at the table next to me. The man is sitting with a leg tucked under him, his white socks and brown shoes don’t go together, but he has an ease that says he doesn’t care.
Frozen chai tea latte, soy milk, extra cinnamon. It tastes sugary and loaded with calories, theres a slight nuttiness about it, probably from nutmeg.
The bathroom door is squeeky, and the sink is too powerful, it can be heard even through the door.
Fifteen year olds sit outside with the smokers, desperately trying to bum a cigarette to look cool. They just look pathetic.