Coffee Mates

I have a lot of coffee mates. People that I meet, When I go to the coffee shop, And take my favourite seat. Angels of the morning, Serve me up my brand. Its a little stronger, Than most people can stand. I.ll usually sit and write a poem. Sometimes two or three, Some people give me curious looks. But that,s alright by me. I wonder if they,d ever guess. When they go home at night. When they see me in the morning. It is of them I write.