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Social Butterflies at the Latte Da Cafe
Walking into my favorite coffee bar
my friends faces all light up.
They send their greetings
and my screen lights up.
At my favorite table with my BFF’s
we mouth electric cigarettes
and simultaneously we all light up,
chatting conversing crescendos
as evidenced by the tapping and clicking;
“Have you heard the one about…”, starts the joke
and the room erupts in laughter
click click, tap tap, rub swipe and poke
LOL LMAO LMFAO ROFL!!
Grins glow on our faces
crouched over smart phones and pads
texting tweeting like pecking birds,
social butterflies silently fluttering
wings swiping screens…
An old stranger saunters in
and at the counter he orders…coffee?...black!!
Total silence fills a brief moment
and then the air erupts with electric exclamation!
Coffee...and plain did he say?
Unreal, unbelievable, unheard of, unthinkable!
The stranger occupies a booth across from me
I see him from my peripheral
from where I am crouched over my pad.
My eyes glance up for such a brief second
and I catch his eye.
He smiles and…speaks!!!
You could have heard a touchpad pen drop.
I want to reply, but he has no device
so I’m forced to submit to primitive means;
into the silent dead air I open my mouth and strain,
OMG, I did it!
The room explodes in congratulatory clicks,
The strain has left me parched, and my mouth is dry
so I order an iced MochaLatteCappuccinoMelange,
My world is right again as I drink through my straw
that my hands may be free to continue
my discourse with my fellow social butterflies,
When I arrive home that night…my place of recharging…
I am afflicted with a terrible kink in my neck
but my new girl is gifted with the great ability
to massage with one hand, and message with the other.
OMG, she’s a keeper!