And thus begins the era of the coffee house,
Oh, how intelligent we feel reading Kafka and Kerouac,
quoting the finest passages.
We are Jean-Paul and Simone,
but neither of us are a woman,
we embody both, its agreed.
Another round of coffee, we say,
with brands sprinkled in chocolate
and sit back on woven chairs, we will,
gesticulating wildly,
while engaged in heated debate,
on ourselves, others, and nothing.
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