Quiet Main Street 7AM

Crunching of ice below the tire treads
Misty breathe, mentholated lungs
Wind scoured Sopris looking on
Walk into the coffee house
Find a quiet corner alone

Techno beats thump against old wood walls
Luxe mountain
Money meets rural America
I wonder when the real estate seeped into the vocabulary

When tilled soil became obsolete
When genealogy shifted
When Franklin beat the shit out of Washington
When Hummers crushed pick up trucks
When black coffee became grande soy vanilla two shot garbage
When coffee ordering became a language
When yoga mats became status symbols

The devolution of America

—J.M.