Coffee Shop...

Chairs stacked up in neat little rows

Vacant and ready to use
One quiet server behind the shelf
And me the silent muse.

I have time to kill, hours to waste
Before I'm busy again
I drink my coffee and eat my bread

Ignoring boredom's pain

Jobless and bored, I have nothing to do
Save to sit and mope
For the first time in many a year
It’s for company that I hope

The dull drone of the coffee machine
The only sound I hear
Save the footsteps of the girl in white
Who keeps drawing ever near

A coffee to go is what she asks
Of the keeper of my gloomy den
I long to beg this sweet dame

To take me along right then

The moment fades and life resumes
Its usual mundane pace
The memory is lost and soon forgotten

In the tide of the damn rat race

The shop is unchanged and so am I
As my long wait unfolds
People come and leave again

Mankind, in a hundred molds

It seems that I'm the only one
Who doesn’t fit into this world

I have free time, a rare case

In an age where no second is spurned

And so I sit in sultry gloom
Counting the clocks steady tick
My leisure hour is to soon expire

And life shall again be erratic.