
Café Poem
By Evan Hundhausen
Sitting in a cafe
where you’re allowed
to do nothing
if you buy one coffee.
It’s not a thing
like meditation,
but it is.
Thank Gawd
cafes exist, so you can
write,
observe,
and then write down what you observe.
The day passes,
but in a different way
because
you went to a cafe.
Now that you’ve read the poem, check out “Cafe Song” below!
