Cillian Raymond
★★★★★
Neon sign hums a gentle tune, 'Rhythm Cafe' beneath the moon. Steam curls from a ceramic cup, As the city slowly wakes up. Acoustic strings begin to sigh, A ballad floats and drifts on by. The clatter of a plate and spoon, Beats a waltz inside this cozy room. The barista, with a flick of wrist, Creates a foamy, milky mist. Each drop of rain against the pane, Taps a beat in the refrain. A quiet laugh, a whispered word, A melody that can be heard. The scent of coffee, dark and deep, A steady promise it will keep. For here the world can fade and blur, Just a gentle, rhythmic purr. The day's quick pace, the hurried race, Finds a home in this slow space.