Starbucks writer

How I used to roll my eyes,
Whenever I passed by,
Someone in starbucks,
Sitting behind their laptop,
Typing in rythme,
With the relaxating music,
That is playing in the background,
Until just this afternoon,
I got reminded,
That I myself am a,
Starbucks writer,
As well,
I can not pretent,
I am any better,
Nor any worse then they are,
A starbucks writer,
Sitting there in the corner,
Nods his head to me,
As I am sure he sees,
That I am a fellow,
Starbucks writer.

I am a starbucks addict and writer.

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