It’s a Tuesday,
This coffee shop is too busy for a Tuesday.  
Set out looking for a quiet place to write,
My lover beside me to read.

The monotone music
Drowned out by the conversation
Of an eclectic man,
In a floral shirt
Talking about pond algae,
And poaching the kings deer.  
It’s a Tuesday.

My lover beside me
Tucked into a Leo Tolstoy book
That’s as big as she is,
Daunting.
She snacks and sips, we share a glance,
So lovely to do this on a Tuesday.  

The grotesque egg salad sandwich
Across me keeps distracting me.  
Maybe that’s why the lady
Hasn’t touched it,
It’s a Tuesday.

I never wanted to write
about the grotesque egg salad,
Stream of Consciousness.