Stuffy air,

music turned low,

one of two fans rotating slowly.

The black and white photographs of yesterday,

framed moments of distant, lonesome,

beautiful lands, suddenly gone.

A grumpy, dark-mooded barista does her best

to make no eye contact while handing drinks over

the bar.

Old guys with papers, young women with computers,

the morning still holds close to this room–

a strong, clean autumn wind begs

to clear this place out.