undercover agent

     
             

                                                                                    

                                                                                                       

                                                                           

                                                                                               

          12:31 pm on a Friday.

         Neighborhood Starbucks.

        Tall dark and a blueberry scone.

         Keeping a low profile.

         Set up by the window.  

         Car with New Mexico plates pulls up.

         Unsuspecting employees and clientele carry on their business.

         My camera secretly captures the visuals.

         My sensors pick up clues on what kind of joint this is.

         Do the barristas seem happy?  Do they enjoy their job?

         I hear employees are given a pound of coffee a week.  I could dig that. 

         What about the vibe, is it cool enough for me?

          How difficult can it be to whip up a grande soy no-water vanilla latte? 

         or something like that.

         What about this music. Bluesy jazz. hmm. now U2-ish, better. 

         Immovable clientele in the corner. Forever plugged into their devices.

         Shaky hands clutching lukewarm cups.  

         Roar of coffee grinder.  Cappucino machine.

         Employee uniform, black. simple enough.

         Distracting shopping center nearby. I'd be tempted to shop every day. 

         ok, nix this place. 

         next week's assignment;  starbucks closer to home.

         still enjoyed the java.