Cafe Musings
Café Musings
Same seat, corner, window, back to the outside.
Lost in a time warp of whimsy, voices, half thoughts,
overheard chatter. She is tall, stately, impatient.
He is rumpled, unshaven, fumbling for his change.
He is invisible to most, she is obvious to all.
What funnel of diversity directs them through
the door and why? Loud voices wishing not to be heard
bathe in smart phone glow, smiles, scowls, tears, latte.
Shifting their weight they pour the coffee,
attempt to smile, know there is no clock
but look for the time, wipe the counters,
restock the donuts, muffins, and thank yous.
The funnel never seems to empty, the door never
to close, the nameless, shapeless, shadows pass
through the humming drone of discordant sounds.
Same seat, corner, window, back to the outside.
John G. Lawless
Cafe Musings
1/27/2014
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