Sunday, March 12, 2017

a packed coffee shop on a windy Sunday morning

whereas the working folks may treasure a morning to sleep in,
the retired can sleep in any morning.
Sunday morning there is no competition with the millennials,
laptops, iPads and iPhones in hand.
the retired don't need to sleep in, they can nap whenever
they want, Sunday morning calls for coffee at the Trident.
a few vagrants wander the tables, this cafe welcomes all,
the old, the thrown-away, the lovelorn, the occasionals
who wander in once every few years to meet one of the above.
I have been one of the above, I will be one of another above.
I can see into the future.

No comments: