Cafe Thought

It was a small intimate cafe where he sat, pondering the questions of life. For some they would never experience things that he had discovered in his. As another sip of coffee trickled down his throat. A women nodded as she walked by, he nodded back in his cordial way. His head turned, he looked out the window framed in dark green drapes, and people returned his glance as they sauntered by. Another day in the lives of so many he thought, as another minute ticked by. He watched like a movie the lives out the window who had no idea, hadn’t a clue. As another sip of coffee trickled down his throat, a bell rang out disturbing the conversational flow within the cafe, the door had opened and another patron entered and nodded as they walked by. His coffee gone, he placed his chin on his fist, elbow on the table, like the thinker, he looked out that window with its dark green drapes, cozy and warm. Today was yesterday and tomorrow today as he realized he had no clue as to why, when, where or who. The answers no closer, he would come back tomorrow, to ponder the questions of life once more. To nod to the patrons as they came through the door. © 2009 Charles Dennis