when i need to recharge.
i go to birmingham.
to a little cafe called commonwealth.
nestled at the end of a secluded alley street.
they serve me the best latte i've ever tasted.
sell me mast brother's chocolate bars.**
and exchange tales of brooklyn with me--
over the cash register.
as i walk through the town.
a man in a white suit croons sinatra outside a restaurant.
and smells from a dozen different bakeries drift through the air.
i look up at the sky.
through a haze of heat.
and am ever so thankful for refreshing.
** if you live in southern michigan. please. i urge you. find this cafe.
if only for the mast brother's chocolate. if you've never tasted a square. you're in for a real treat.**