Writer's Schlock Cafe

This coffee shop is nice.

There is good coffee in the mugs, trendy hipsters looking smug, and corpses on the counter. 

There is brown sugar in the jar, full cream jugs on the bar, and battery in the basement. 

Not everything is perfect of course. 

I am having trouble writing.
Something is distracting me. 

Is it the remarkable lack of regicide that lends an air of dignity to my normal haunts? 

Is it the palpable absence of perjury that lulls me into an uncomfortable ease?

This coffee shop is nice,

But I was hoping for something a bit more atrocious.