Sunday, September 27, 2009

In a Cafe near you...

I watched you today.
Perfect stranger with your striped tights.
I watched you watch people.
You snagged the best seat in the house,
A worn old cushy chair facing the window.
Diary in one hand, caffinated heaven in the other.
I watched you today
and I wondered.
A couple pass by
Your tea gets neglected
as you scribble furiously in your aged notebook.
Your foot taps lightly as you nibble on your eraser.
I watched you today and wondered...
who's watching me?
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4 comments:

  1. kathrynSeptember 27, 2009 at 4:16 PM

    LOVED IT! Lovely....you're very good! Thanks for commenting over at my place!

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  2. DimpleSeptember 27, 2009 at 4:44 PM

    Yes, a good poem. I can almost see the cafe.

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  3. AnnabelleSeptember 28, 2009 at 11:47 PM

    Thank you very much!

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  4. JennSeptember 30, 2009 at 10:49 PM

    LOOOOOOOOORRRRRRVE it. This is fantastic. I guarantee I'm going to think of it next time I'm in a cafe. <3

    ~J

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