Coffee and Bob Kaufman, Poet of the People

By Kerry Lee

When I step through the door and catch that first, redolent wisp, that rich, provocative bouquet that doesn’t taste like it smells, I wonder if anyone else digs a coffee house as much as I do. With the rush of that fragrance—closing my eyes it doesn’t matter what city or country I am in—I am home. I hit the road once a year on a coffeehouse road trip, or what my friends and family have come to call ‘Kerry’s jitter trip’. I've already decided my trip this year is going to be to San Francisco—North Beach, specifically, the home of the Beat scene. It’s not necessary to leave my ho...

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