Standing in Line
Standing in line at the Starbucks.
Aretha singing for Respect
The same faces each morning
Smiling and nodding.
The usual, your regular, two pumps?
The chatter of a foreign tongue
Mixing up fuel
For the day to come
It’s somewhat a family
Of strangers and such
You don’t really know them
But somehow you do
Standing in line
Waiting and watching
You might just say hi
But not really talk
I’ve actually met people
Outside the store
That looked so familiar
But never sure why
And then it would hit me
And I would just say
I know you from Starbucks
You’re a double latte.