A lone man reading a newspaper,
Takes time to sip his black coffee out,
Of a paper cup
He looks calm and at ease.
Flips the page of the black magazine,
Folds the rest of the pages behind the rest of the pages
He was so interested.
He looks up quickly but doesn't notice me.
He looks at his sleek black phone
Bored.
He purses his pale, thin lips
Half smiling
A joke perhaps?
He is staring at the table,
Nothing in front of him,
But dirty dishes,
Piled on top on one another
I wonder what he is thinking.
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