Starbucks

I enjoy people watching and nothing more than an Americano with hot milk and people watching on the side.

Earth chatter fills the room

With coffee flavoured talk- rich and tasty.

The smell of blocked drains swirl into the

Lecturer’s critique, a comment reflecting last night’s

Conquest and the anticipation

Of tomorrows treat.

Wi-Fi mocha, dark and serious,

Speaks on today’s trade winds-

Clipper fast yet never fast enough.

Laughter lightens the tone

Whelming into a crescendo of companionship

Soon to part, held only by the memories-

Tomorrow’s savouring of today’s Americano.

Then, coffee done, I feel I must take my leave

Past serious young men scribbling compulsory essays

Or making sense of notes now echoing the

Gibberish of the half-listened.

The uniform waits to wipe my table

And my creative moments are wiped away

Like dirty pots.

June 13