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The Beatmix

Katherine, Jayn, and I drank red rooibos tea because it was late in the day and rooibos has no caffeine. The sun was setting outside the window of Lucy Monroe’s coffee house in Christiansburg, where Chelsea and Bill were setting up microphone equipment for an evening of jazz and poetry. The subject was coffee and tea.  Chelsea read from her Java Poems book and Katherine (pictured) from A Tea Poet’s Journey. Bill played guitar as they read and the only thing that was missing was their berets (which Chelsea didn’t bring because she couldn’t remember where she put them).

Seductive words over hip jazz beats spurred more than a couple of people to order yummy hot drinks. At one point a group of kids in Virginia Tech t-shirts and pumpkin colored wigs came in.  I read haiku from Teapoet and Jayn read a poem about T, the letter not the beverage.  Although the brew figured in.  Some in the audience cheered when Chelsea read that the latest studies have confirmed,  coffee is good for you.

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