Roastery
Stuart Gunter In the roastery on Front Street the coffee man practices Tai chi as he waits for the beans to heat in the antique cast iron roaster imported from Holland. He’s drinking pineapple juice out of a can, and every now and then stirs the beans. My friend walks in out of the cold rain with mud on her shoes and orders a coffee with almond milk. The roasters spin. An old lady appears with an apple in her hand, gives it to the man behind the counter. Outside a rainbow spreads over the mountains across Route 29. |
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About the Author:
Stuart Gunter lives in Schuyler, Virginia. He likes to paddle the Rockfish River and play drums in obscure rock bands. His poems have been published or are forthcoming in The Madison Review, New Plains Review, Deep South, and West Texas Literary Review, among others.
Stuart Gunter lives in Schuyler, Virginia. He likes to paddle the Rockfish River and play drums in obscure rock bands. His poems have been published or are forthcoming in The Madison Review, New Plains Review, Deep South, and West Texas Literary Review, among others.