Starbucks

 

She brushes her hair back impatiently
Curling it finally in a knot
As she bends
Over her laptop
Another fingers her scone
Breaking off pieces to munch absently
Immersed in a paperback
An elderly pair
Engrossed in
Conversation
Break the mood
To hunt for
A cell phone
She with a band of gold
Her hand shakes silently
Over her ipad
An empty plastic glass
On the table
Green straw
Ice
A remaining teaspoonful
Of yellow-orange beverage
A man with cane
Surveys the room
Spying a single
Empty seat