One, two, three, four, five.
I count the tables,
Each with three chairs.
Three, six, nine, twelve, fifteen.
I count the chairs,
Not enough to seat customers
16-30
With this number of people;
Enjoyment is not a possibility.
Luckily, I have the window seat.
YOU ARE READING
Cold Coffee
PoetryA collection of poems from the perspective of a person in a coffee shop
