Late night coffee shop buzzed on caffeine, in tune with the buzz of electric appliances, acutely aware of the young child sound asleep on the arm sleeve of the man's coat wrapped around him in ways that his mother's arms are not, her arms holding papers like a poker hand, the intonation of her Spanish by phone easily understood as a night at the office, telemarketing, swaying the buyer, as Mr. Sleepyhead, opens bright eyes wobblyturns to me to feel out the audience.