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
