Put Together Scene

Month end. New project.
How many more.
Studio off Alvarado,
Can’t see ocean. Coffee first?
Gulls keep gulling. Telling
Passers to quicker
Pass. We’re interrupting,
Loud latte machine, shoring–
Tide with whipped cream–
166 degrees, the lady ordered.
Other woman, with her baby, stroller’d,
by the wharf.
Parking spot by ATM, taken, by old
Motorcycle. I keep walking–
Clam chowder notes taken,
Through senses..
No writing need. No jots.