pie nook

just one stop in between deliveries
remember Miss Olive and her cat are waiting for their books
don't dally they don't have all day
...okay they might
still be a good liberry girl and be coffee-quick

but I didn't expect this

it hits me in the stomach
like when you run into an ex,
maybe more like smelling an ex,
a good one, the detergent on their clothes,
can't see it coming
so i don't get to brace

this is my corner
my table
my nook.
hello old friend
I didn't know meeting would be such sweet sorrow
and it is sweet
I didn't know I missed you

the barista is new, but this one also calls me honey
as if I'm the younger one
and I love it

my holy spot
where I spent a year of mornings
before there was the liberry
there was you

you taught me how to sit still.
how to draw for fun
how to draw for a reason
once we drew a book
do you remember?

we wrote jokes, sets, notecards.
I'd practice silently in my head
for open mics,
trying not to move my lips
so the man across from me wouldn't look up from his laptop

you helped me learn to appreciate my age
although mostly I tried to decipher it:
am I old?  am I young?
and yes
it's relative and there are relatives all around me
i try to guage myself
it's confusing though, because I'm wearing skinny jeans
but so is that man
we can't both be right.
could we both be wrong?

but in a coffee house
by late morning - when those with real jobs have cleared out -
everyone fancies himself
a writer, a reader, a sketcher, a dreamer
I start to think maybe that's what levels the field
the fancying
it matters

maybe age isn't what we believed
Miss Olive Miyagi is teaching me better
maybe life keeps coming and growing
if we keep creating, reading, learning
don't you have something to make and add?
has all the art already been arted?
maybe there's more if only we start it

Prof. Machovec always demanded
"Don't divide up the finite pie and wait for the tin to run empty,
make more pie!" .
there's always more pie can be made.
word pie
music pie
picture pie
people pie

Little Corner, it's been awhile.
did you miss me?
who was your rebound?
I bet she drank sissy coffees,
and sat here Instagramming her scones
I hate her already.
no more lattes and selfies, sir
MY pie table.
MY pie nook.
just for today, I re-declare this pam's pie corner

stand back and watch me bake.

painting by www.davidarms.com