At this stage of life (kids and work) and in this setting (urban, hot and muggy), one of the escapes that Rebekah and I have come to enjoy is the coffee shop. There are a few of them here in Managua that are convenient and comfortable, filled with smells of Nicaraguan coffee. Thanks to Rebekah for the coffee shop visits and singing together with me.
(The picture above is my coffee shop love on this particular morning. The song is equally applicable for her.)
Sit with me, my coffee shop love
sit across from me
table in between
tools for talk
the coffee cups
aligned
conversation starts out slow
between the known and the unknown
it's still early
and our thoughts aren't in gear
we have time
sit with me, my coffee shop lovea coffee mug is deep and wide
stay with me, my coffee shop love
and let the others here all disappear
in their reading and their talk
while you and I share what's on our minds
and let our dreams go for a walk
sit with me, my coffee shop love
they set rosquillas on the side
we talk of life's hard and life's sweet
together held
organize, philosophize,
critique, create, and realize
but maybe mostly
the gift is the moment
together here
some have the art of telling stories
some have the gift of distilling what's true
some share light with joy and compassion
I'm no performer, but let me tell you, I love you
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