An Old Man With a Tired Beard Sips a Coffee

The sun rose early today. Chilly air makes me miss her. The scent of freshly brewed coffee along the Herrengasse brings me to rise. My head aches from last night’s wine. The street is quiet like autumn. A sharp breeze makes me think of loneliness. A horse-drawn carriage echoes as an old man with a tired beard sips a coffee. The steam rises from the porcelain cup and gets caught under the brim of his burgundy Tyrolean hat. He sits alone in the cafe and writes about love.