Coffee

As the music melodies play in the background; bounces off my ear drums. The tap taping beat of the Jazz Man playing his saxophone. A cacophony of mumbling voices as conversations are had throughout the building.

I sit here and drink my coffee. The wondrous taste; dark and bitter with a touch of cream to soothe the bite. My tongue slightly numbed by the hot coffee as it touches my taste buds. Sweet procrastination is really taking place, but worth the time. The coffee shop atmosphere alive with laughter and life, a place with it's own personality. The walls alive with what looks like art from a comic book. A portrait that looks like a plastic surgery gone wrong of Batman and the Joker which looks at me with good and evil eyes. A smile from a comic book character that I cannot recognize, convincing me that he is a villain. The coffee shop atmosphere alive with conversation; a student sitting who procrastinates by writing on his blog.