With a proverbial coffee,
watching its compliment rain,
sitting behind the window of the diner,
watching the world maintain,
its rhythm,
I saw you walk upto my window opaque,
your hat is off,your lovely face
is smudged by raindrops,a disgrace,
yet now unknown that eyes are on you,
painting your face to reacquire,
the look you gathered at your dresser,
this morning when the face was fresher.
As more paint mars your still face,
eyes drift away from your changing features,
for coffee drinkers are shallow creatures,
who only capture the sweet that confronts
bitterness in their coffee mugs.
You are finished.Yet unsatisfied.
Something tugs your legs unseen,
and as you bend to your stockings,
eyes again grace your form,
for through the glass you keep our coffee warm.
Yet as you straighten we gaze away,
for coffee drinkers are shallow creatures,
they enjoy the pulse of a morning cabaret,
for the coffee needs stirring during the day.
Unhappy with your sketch?
you do the unthinkable...
taking rain water by the handful,
you splash upon your face,
and the wave that crash,
creates a picture,unaware,
that it is drawing wide-mouthed stares.
As you walk away,
we are in two minds whether to follow
but sit back heart broken,
and wait for another to weave,
tempestous pictures,then silently leave.
For coffee drinkers,
we are deep thinkers!
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