In neon glow, where grunge and flannel blend,
A cafe hums with '90s vibes, my friend.
Chai lattes swirl in vintage mugs with care,
Beside the buzz of dial-up in the air.
Graffiti walls share tales of Gen X lore,
As flannel sleeves brush against the door.
The rhythm of a mixtape's sweet refrain,
Echoes memories of a simpler lane.
In corners, Discmans spin their tales of yore,
A sanctuary for the analogue core.
Where coffee stains on journals tell the tale,
Of youth rebelling, free without the veil.
So let us linger in this 90s space,
Where time rewinds with every vinyl trace.
