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