Notes for the Non-corporate Coffee Novel

The hippie mailman delivers the mail.

Toys, books and local magazines and newspapers litter the joint. Community notices everywhere, fighting this, fighting that.

Plants, live ones, hang in the corners.

Old theater seats and an old restaurant booth.

A discussion about Pokemon between the male barista and two customers unfolds. Then it segues to Trump.

Otis Redding plays, then Sly. Not the hits. It’s a personal playlist, not a robot-generated one.

Again, there is no plot here, but it is a non-corporate plotless going on.

Three nurses clad in black scrubs walk by the window. They both have tree tattoos on their arms.

A man in a suit carries a case of Proseco.

Idea for a short story: a hip coffee shop serves only drip Yuban, Maxwell House and Folgers. Nothing else. It catches on. It becomes a big hit. The owner opens a second store, then another, then a chain. An IPO is issued. The stock goes through the roof. The coffee never changes. The owner retains his integrity. She pays a living family wage to employees and provides health care benefits. The employees unionize and the shops become popular with revolutionaries. Revolution foments in the shops and it eventually succeeds. The new government issues new currency and Rachel Carson and Arthur Ashe are two of the new faces. “What’s Going On?” by Marvin Gaye becomes the new national anthem.

See where a mind can drift in a non-corporate coffee shop?