Enter and grab a menu,
Handmade bowls line up the walls.
I scan the room for seating,
Very cute, but rather small.
Take a seat after a man
Who left The Times for me.
Sports and Stocks,
The pages stained,
It could be eggs - or tea.
S&P 500 has dropped,
The election roaring in.
I glance around at smiling faces,
The community for the day begins.
Love fills the space, hints of criticism,
Peach Pit playing under the air.
Polarity between the preppy woman,
And the men with unkempt hair.
My mocha comes, sandwich aside
Foam pulled to the shape of a heart
Conversations engulf my brain,
None of which I am a part.
A new bulk store going up downtown,
UAE cutting back on gas -
A glass of water poured from a keg,
Wooden seat flattening my ***.
A couple near the bathroom,
Swirling and kissing in an embrace.
If you were here, I’d imagine a furrow
On your beautiful, focused face.
Last I was here with company
Who would not lead the way -

I think I much prefer
That I came here alone today.