Afternoons and Coffee Spoons

Breakfast at Tiffany’s is playing in my ear igniting a memory as I sit and look at the current layer of Afternoons and Coffee Spoons. 

It started as a sketch of the neon nineties inspired by The Crash Test Dummies song. There was a pink mall and a golden mall pretzel winding through the whole thing like the yellow smoke at Prufrock’s window. The Pitted Peach hosts Michelle Angel who'll be there all week along with the cars parked in the parking lot taking a break from circling the drag. 

I often wonder if New Jersey teenagers in the 90s were the same as us.

There used to be a cosmic bowling alley and a long driveway to the beach where headlights glow from parked cars in the distance on the shore. There are always headlights saying "I wanna see you tonight.”

So many layers, so many visions and revisions, since then. It’s more pastel and lighter now. 

I see the window where Juliet is still sitting, still smoking, still believing in the boy who looked like Elvis. There are stairs where the bowling alley used to be and I’m not sure where they lead to now. 

There is an attendant at a desk in a red uniform jacket and I wonder what he tends. A diner? A club? A motel? A shelter? A hospital?

Breakfast at Tiffany's will always me remind me of this girl from university, Stacy. Everyone thought we were twins. That detail seems relevant now. 

There is a girl in an orange dress like Juliet’s and she’s standing by a river holding a Deep Blue Something, maybe a book, and there is a V, the peace sign from Jackson, in the sky above her. 

That detail seems relevant, too.