by madelyn mulvaney

“let’s go for coffee’

I seriously can’t think of anything more cheery than hearing someone say “Let’s go for morning coffee.”  Instantly my mind makes balletic leaps to visions of an aromatic machiatto made with freshly roasted organic beans, (sprinkled most generously with cinnamon)  sugardusted almond pastries, and that most coveted corner seat by the coffee house window.  Just Imagine Sunday morning in a wonderfully cozy cafe humming away with the reverence of coffee culture happiness, lending such a joyful spin on the word ‘wakefulness.’

It’s quite amusing to me how I will wear jeans and t~shirt to a gallery opening but when I go to an old fashioned café I love to look my best ~ floral print dresses, bohemian  silvered earrings and bangles,  as well as a jaunty pony tail to lend a little pizzaz to my outing.

Somehow the world seems so luminescent in a café with the chattering buzz of happy togetherness, people are oh so much more friendly I am convinced in this delightful neighborhood meeting place. And have you ever really looked at the espresso machine? ~ truly that gleaming sculpture is a work of art.

“a place to sit and write…and eavesdrop”

I am absolutely content to go spend a few hours alone in a café, as it is such splendid place to sit and write and eavesdrop on the parade of everyday life.  Delicious snippets of overheard conversation will include wicked philosophies, heart warming affirmations, sigh inducing lamentations and humorous observations that will make you smile happily to yourself, or laugh outright.

You can ogle people secretly (using a book as you peek over the pages) and even take some discreet photo’s holding your camera in your lap while you snap some documentary style shots of café culture.  If you are lucky even, your favorite local shop will have live entertainment in the evening or gasp! ‘open mike night’ where you will be coaxed to stand up and read that poem you wrote over scrambled eggs and hot sauce, so dear to your heart.

“the good morning café’

Sometimes  I dayream about the idea of owning my very own little coffee shop.  It would have mismatched china, stacks of books and magazines, a record player in the corner with records you could choose from and play, a battered but comfy mid-century green velvet couch, free wifi (of course), sunburnished walls filled with art, and an abundance of windows.  Oh and excellent, freshly roasted, fair trade organic coffee of course that you could smell all the way down the street.

“Want to go for coffee anyone?”

photo by kerstin martin

“a little coffee house song for your listening delight”