All of the tables, even the biggest one,
(which is meant for handicapped customers,
which is why I moved two hours ago),
are fitted with one chair at this hour.
I am ******* at dried ice with a straw
Because I do not want to leave a tip for a third drink
I am listening to Stupidity Tries because its easier not to change the song
I am forcing myself to look out the window instead of at the man reading the Dan Brown book,
the barista smiling at received texts under the counter,
the woman in the red evening dress who has been here almost as long as I have,
who has now taken her shoes off
who is forcing herself not to look out the window.
Everyone in Starbucks at night is alone,
Save laptops and tale-telling textbooks
From spilt coffee left by adolescents hours ago.