Java in the Afternoon [Poem Form]

Coffee teeters dangerously on the edge of a coffee mug,
The screaming face of the Peanuts cartoon character Lucy on the front. 
The table I sit at is wooden and stained; 
Scratched and covered with coffee ring crossing over coffee ring, 
Like a million penn diagrams spreading across the wood.  
There is a painting on the wall of a lone tree standing in the black of an oncoming storm. 
It is surrounded for miles by the bland, hot pale yellow of wheat. 
In the corner, opposite me, a boy sits alone, wearing plaid, concentrating like his life depends on it 
As he plays chess with no opponent. 

There are couches and tables with a mishmash of chairs; 
The coffee shop is a labyrinth. 
I once commiserated over the difficulty of navigation in here with a blind girl 
And felt like a jerk afterwords for ever complaining about trying to get anywhere. 
She laughed as she talked to me about the maze of furniture she had to wade through 
With only her walking stick as a guide. 
I smiled in response before realizing that she couldn't see me.

On a shelf there is a glass jar; more than a glass jar, it is a glass vase, maybe a sculpture. 
It undulates and curves in and out like a voluptuous woman. 
It is filled nearly to the top with coffee beans. 
This is a place where things brim;
Coffee brims, those beans brim, conversations brim, perhaps love brims.
     
All around, conversations ensue. 
Some people lean very close to the person across the table, 
Their conversations automatically appearing far more intimate and intense than the rest of ours 
Because of their body language. 
Perhaps they are lovers; perhaps they are merely close friends. 
Perhaps they have only recently met and their body language
Is indicative of that moment in a new meeting when you realize 
You have that connection with someone, 
That connection that signifies you are going to be friends 
For a very long time.