From a distance she caught my eye
Knitted poncho, shoulder length blonde hair.
People watch, why do we do it?
Just in case, well just in case.
Placed next to my large Americano
My unopened copy of Tall Tales and wee stories
Most people enjoy their own company.
At the adjacent table, a lunch briefing
Nearby office workers stop by for lunch.
A loud clatter, heads turn
She plonks herself down.
Well was it worth the effort the blonde asked?
Two lattes arrive, two Ladies converse.
Summoned by phone chimes
Obeying the command
Myself and Billy Connolly nod at the waitress.
Poetry from The Man Shed
© Chris Black
~The Poet’s Poet~
18th February 2020
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