In a busy bustling coffee shop,
the noise is crying out with company.
Chattering conversations, crying kids,
the sound of a social symphony.

But here I am a bystander;
sitting, sipping, silently alone
I’m not joining in this overture,
I’m quietly spectating on my own

Customers come and go;
some drinking quick, some slow.
Cappuccino – large or small,
an espresso, or latte tall.
Social outing or caffeine fix.
Groups of two, four or six.
The crowd ebbs and flows,
the noise shrinks and grows.

As i sit here and pass the time,
watching the lives of mankind.
I feel the loneliness sweep over,
paralyzing like a bad hangover.
But i love when I am part of this scene,
joining the world with cakes and caffeine,
but listening to the social drone
I really wish I wasn’t on my own.
Sitting on my solitary throne
always alienated, always alone

Influenced by this picture – http://www.picable.com/Places/Home/Bathroom/Coffee.498713