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A Valentine’s Repost: Falling in Love At A Coffee Shop


Tweet of the Day: Blind Date with a Ventriloquist

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I suppose it is the season. You know, late winter looking forward to spring: flowers, fluttering hearts and all of that. So let me re-indulge my hidden romantic and re-post an old story of mine with a slight alteration in PoV:

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I looked over the sea of tables at the edge of the River Thames, coffee in hand, guitar strapped to my back.  The open air cafe was perfect this fine Saturday afternoon.  A brilliant sun blazed that fine August day. Thin strips of white flirted with the master of the sky. Millie scratched behind her ear with one paw. She hated her new haircut. But I had enough of brushing her fur for the summer. Besides, the spaniel’s hair would grow back so fast that in a month nobody would know the difference.

I think that possibly
Maybe I’ve fallen for you
Yes there’s a chance
That I’ve fallen quite hard over you

A sappy love song played in in my earbuds. I drank deeply from the Styrofoam cup.  Guitar in hand I played along to the tune in my ear, my mind wondered over the events of the last year.

I’ve seen the paths that your eyes wander down
I wanna come too-

From unpublished writer to a celebrity in a foreign land.  Sight unseen he crossed the Atlantic and set up shop in London armed with nothing but an idea that my producer once pronounced as a “daft” on our first phone call.  Success followed: money, fame, and two cats plus Millie the cocker spaniel.  She was the only blond, or brunette or redhead that stuck around.

I think that possibly
Maybe I’ve fallen for you

No one understands me
Quite like you do
Through all of the shadowy corners of me

One thing was missing, someone to share it with.

Pathetic.

Now if the raven hair barrista behind the counter would notice me. She was friendly enough and I had thing about not messing with people while their work.

I never knew just what it was
About the same coffee shop I love so much
All of the while I never knew-

I never knew just what it was
About this old coffee shop I love so much
All of the while I never knew-

Someone not pining for my approval. Someone who could see through about the television persona on screen or didn’t mind the tabloids’ cyclopean eyes. Not a actress or model who’s job was to fake it twenty-four-seven.

I’ve seen the waters that make your eyes shine
Now I’m shining too-

Because, oh because
I’ve fallen quite hard over you

Of course I tried a bit of friendly banter, to leverage enough of my celebrity status to compensate for utter lack of good looks. I even took to playing the guitar again, by ear, of course. No singing. No need to drive the people around me mad.

Then the boyfriend showed up. He leaned over the counter to kiss her, she smiled back.  So much for that dream.

If I didn’t know you, I’d rather not know
If I couldn’t have you, I’d rather be alone

I never knew just what it was
About the same coffee shop I love so much
All of the while I never knew-

Millie bark pierce through the song in my head.  Her eyes chased the mallards drifting downstream.

“Down girl!”

“Is she your dog?” asked someone from the corner of my eye.

I pulled the earbuds off. The newcomer vermilion hair fell around her shoulders in long tresses. Her piercing green eyes fixed on Millie.

“Is she bothering you?” I asked.

“Oh no. She is beautiful. Wait aren’t you?”

For a split second I thought about saying no, pretend I was a nobody. Her emerald eyes dissuaded me from that plan of action.

“Yes, yes I am. Please take a seat,” I said.

Millie welcomed the newcomer with much tail waging and wet kisses.

Fame has its privileges after all.

However fleeting they may be.

I never knew just what it was
About this old coffee shop I love so much
All of the while I never knew-

All of the while
All of the while, it was you
You-
You-
You-

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