Sipping lukewarm coffee On the second floor Looking out the arched windows A neutral, crisp winter morning Trees all but filled with leaves Their shadows painted against the tan canvas Of the buildings across the street I could be in any town right now And nobody would be able to guess which A glance across the table Confirms you're not here It really doesn't matter what town I'm in As long as we're both there And there's two story coffee shops For us to sit down in on mornings like these