Working in a coffee shop and its raining

Working in a coffee shop and its raining

reading your favorite book under a dim light,

so still, yet continuous,

coffee and sweets go well together in taste and wallet,

observing people, is like watching a documentary,

so much is happening yet so real.

getting a second cup,

listening to jazz,

cross-legged under the table,

anxiety of work and life over the table,

scratches its way back from time to time,

yet it feels doable but uncertain.

smiling and looking at your computer screen,

moving your fingers on the trackpad,

with your hands running through your hair,

makes you confused of what’s happening.

sparkling traffic, green trees, cranking cutlery,

With big yawns and back-cracks,

people start moving, while some stay,

in the meantime, the evening is over,

And, you look back crunching your teeth,

its time to move.