Sitting in Starbucks
Watching the world go by
Out of this space continuum
lost in this train of thought.

These words blotching
this page of nothing
slowly becoming
this masterpiece
...maybe

Sipping on my coffee
wondering where this
thing that I call a poem
is going...

Being distracted
from this masterpiece
by the people walking in
..."I wonder where
they came from"

Not their address
But what was their
last conversation,
or their last meal,
or when was the last
time they slept a full night
full of peace and empty of worry?

Is he getting coffee
because he was up all night
with a precious new baby?

Or that she was up all night
fighting the temptation
of making it her last?

Are they getting the usual
because they are afraid of change?
The same reason
they won't quit
that dead end job...
that is leading to nowhere
...And seek after that job
that they have dream about since
they were kids.

Or what about
the woman behind
the counter...
I wonder her story...
Did her boyfriend
leave her after
she lost her everything
that night in her bed
Did he leave her heart shattered
on the floor as she holds
that pregnancy test that screams
.....POSITIVE?

I gently smile
and say...
"Hey, How are you?"

With fear in her eyes
she painfully smiles,
gently says, "fine"

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