{ Coffee Thirsty | Refill }

new haircut, slightly new coffee venue for this morning … sitting in the Brew’d Awakening aka The Red Room in beautiful downtown Lowell … I went to The University of Massachusetts at Lowell, so I have special feelings for the city, for the people, for the places of Lowell …

open conversations extending across from table to table here this morning … ‘you see, that’s the trick … you throw 5 or 6 answers out there, people forget the message’ … must be talking politics …

today its a large caramel latte … hot + frothy … swirl of caramel + foam sitting at the mouth of the deep blue mug … cool older alternative music playing, I don’t know who it is even though its from the era I grew up in, but I am getting into the jangly noise of the guitar + the occasional double hit of some sort of electronic snare + the semi-spoken vocals …

Brew’d Awakening is live, raw art … checkered pants + a perm … skull + crossbones on the bottle of life … suede cowboy jacket w/ the fringe nicely complimenting the goatee, the dark eyebrows that punctuate the eyes, that accentuate creativity + persecution … nice chime coming in on the next song, accentuating the next sip of dehydrating happiness … I need a lift + Brew’d Awakening is putting me in that mood, in that place where I can just become my thoughts + forget about the day that is about to happen, forget about the night before + just concentrate on what I want, on who I remember being …

so, that’s my drink … + now I know that the group is Joy Division … the next song that opens up w/ a triumphant depressive quality is ‘Love Will Tear Us Apart’ … a song that I first heard on Paul Young’s first album in a much more pop-refined format … Joy Divisions is very Frankenstein-gloomalicious … very much a wake up song, a post-punk reflection of a certain sad truth in the universe, the sad truth that the more you love, the more you fall apart … the closer you think you are to true love, to finding your soul mate, the closer you are to self-destructive madness

that’s joy … another sip of coffee now please

a few things I wrote recently while enjoying some of the best pastry and coffee on the planet at Cafe Besalu in lovely Ballard:

A Woman Wandering

there was a woman I knew once

she wandered and wondered

she came, she saw, she conquered

and then she was left with herself

Hurricane

Then again

I thought that you were not around

you kept up the fight

you read all your books and

everyone wants to see you smile

so here you come, chomping at the bit

looking for some…

some of mine

now as I stare

deep through the smoke

everything comes back to me like a hurricane