Moon over Woonsocket

The full moon is out and so am I. The moon will be setting in the west. The street is quiet except for the hum of air conditioners and the tweeting of birds. My breads are baking. I just stepped out to the intersection with my diner mug of hot black coffee to imagining my fantasy cafe on the corner opposite the market. Would people like my home baked breads? My soups? My environment? The poets cafe.