The grinding of espresso beans
Intensifies with each tap of the keyboard,
Students eyeing the clock
As the deadline draws near.

The corner girl convenes with her tutor,
Listening intently as he, enthusiastically,
Teaches the Pythagorean Theorem
At $125 an hour.

“Decaf-non-fat-sugar-free-tall-caramel-latte,
With an extra shot of caramel, please.”
The bemused barista smiles
As she eyes the empty tips jar.

Every small square table is occupied
With souls sipping on overpriced coffee:
Who knew one could find such thrill
Observing others like it's a hobby.