Sunday, September 16, 2012

The Coffee Crew


Old men, retired. They sit at their favorite table, resigned to decaf. Chatting about fishing or gardening. Or wives, often in past tense.

Pieces of their lives shed in hour long visits.

They come every day, same time, same chair, same faces.  Until one moves on.  To hospice or nursing home or beyond.

A vacant chair waits patiently.

Another day a newly old man joins. The remnants of youth drifting off. New old faces chat. The cycle continues.

Younger men eye the table warily, and watch their children grow too soon.  Knowing a chair waits for them to come along.



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6 comments:

  1. terrific

    this remindsme of my late grandparents going to Mrs. Winners every morning and talking about a new man or woman joining the crew of coffee drinkers and buscuit eaters.

    love the interpretation

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    1. Thank you, I've been watching the faces change at that table for 25 years now.

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  2. (As both a son and a father I say) Perfect!

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    1. Thank you so much. That's the feeling I was trying to convey.

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  3. time just keeps marching on. Best ot live it as fully as you can :)

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    1. yes it does. On and on...
      Thanks for stopping by.

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