Poetry and Lattes

I am fond of coffee shops in which poetry is read and strange art is on the walls. Edmond Oklahoma is a place where such coffee shops do not exist. It is a place of starbucks and a place of wal-marts (we have 4). Lawrence Kansas is a place where Coffee shops of character exist on every street corner. Yet I feel out of place when I walk up and down mass street. As if the man playing the saxiphone on the corner and looking at me as if I'm a fraud. I am a Wal-mart person. Poems with fists scare me. I am a child of suburbia. Poetry and lattes are edgy (for me). I am not edgy. I could not survive in a concrete jungle with skyscrapers that block out the warm sun. Yet I am not a country boy either who was tempered with hard labor growing up. No, I am resigned to live in Topeka, a place that I love. A place I am prince of. I could become a succeful lawyer in Edmond, but why? Topeka has more character anyway. (it does have those "city of character" billboards which we all love so much that urge us to be better people).................hows that for some vain introspection.