I am not talking about a Starbucks stop
Nor the run down place where dishes drop
I am talking about A whole in the wall
Where the young and the old congregate
Where lovers meet for a first date
Where poetry and art are free to debate
My kind of place
There is green paint on the walls
People frown at obnoxious cell phone calls
And here there are no stupid bar brawls
Just my time to write and chillax
I love this place
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