Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

Holding Court

She sits inside the coffee shop,
Each morning, when I pass,
Right up in front, the seat the same;
I see her through the glass.

Her hair is short and silver white
And sometimes she’s alone,
Her laptop on the table
Or she’s talking on the phone.

At other times, companions
Share her table and they chat
In animated fashion, 
I suppose of this or that.

I’ve got to give her credit
For she’s there most every day,
Her special place awaiting her
From where she’ll hold her sway.

I wonder what would happen
If somebody claimed her seat.
I have a strong suspicion
The usurper would retreat.

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Maurice Rigoler September 25, 2019 at 12:52 PM This reminds me of my situation some months ago, before my favorite café closed up. I had a favorite table all to myself where I could write or read a newspaper without being disturbed by others nearby who spoke too loud. And, yes, if I got there late and my table was taken I was a little peeved. / M

Rico Leffanta September 15, 2019 at 7:44 PM She must have been to a British pub where stools are subscribed for a lifetime and woe be unto any usurper! Yet another great observation from a gifted poet! Aloha! Rico

Jan Allison September 15, 2019 at 5:25 PM what a charming observation Ilene I think she would be delighted you have written about her in one of your wonderful rhymes:-)It would be interesting to observe if she had to relinquish her 'throne':-) hugs Jan xx