Coffeeshop



She chews her pen
Because it’s all she controls
While the coffee burns her tongue
And she wonders if they saw
Not knowing where to fit her fingers around the cup

The girl at the window
She’s been here before
Every day after class
With the same glass of dry flavored tea

Why can’t I be the pensive man
In the chair to the right?
They don’t feel the presence of me
So why do I check my
Steps and sips

Still to hot to hold
But maybe I just don’t fit the mold