in this old dwelling where coffee and words do flow
gather writers and wanderers, those who want the show
dark and funky, so stated and ancient these walls
words and ideas come down easily and crawl
into the screenplays page after page
flowing into mouths as they trod the stage
novels and heart aches to lovers that understand
hopes and dreams ride on these stories unplanned
famous and the unknown gather to ponder and work
look out the windows as the traffic cars glide then lurch
under these lights lies the comfort to create
early and late comers squeeze into surroundings ornate
the neighbors know how much it matters
to sit and listen to the endless caffeine chatter
hopefully it will remain for years to come
and the lights shine on the writers’ drum