Cafe Culture                                                                                                    

Sitting in our allotted squares.
Surrounded by books never read,
chosen for weight not quality.

A young girl playing with her hair.
Lifting and falling. Music notes.
Gently she types on a laptop.
Drinking a milkshake through a straw.
Her round lips red as strawberries.

Nearby, an older woman flirts
on a phone. Words fill the ether.
Ephemeral. Lost beyond sound
to all but the most intent ear.

I drink my coffee. Silent. Still.