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**percolators brewing and bubbling the rich bean aroma polluting the air wasting away in a bamboo chair he sits and watches and questions and thinks why, who, when, then he takes a drink people walk by without even a glance "gosh darnit," he exclaims spilling coffee on his pants every thursday he sits in his window side seat watching the world pass,not missing a beat fascinated by people, he wonders what they think who they love or what the drink sometimes he puts himself in their shoes armani, crocs or big leather boots being that person, their thoughts turn to his he sits and thinks "do they have kids?" not missing a beat or person who walks by sometimes he wonders how it would feel to be a fly he spends a few minutes being someone else but always coming back to be himself he cherishes moments when he left his body sitting by a window he can become anybody he always comes back to his bamboo chair the smell of coffee polluting the air

- Justin Martin**