in a bustling cafe
again over earl grey tea
I watch people play
games I wish I could have played

Some like to romance and flirt
Some make deals to make money
Some seem to be doing both
Music is fast and service is slow

Imagination and reluctance
Creativity and reticence
Fortunately the internet comes to my rescue
I am so glad it is mute unlike the television

I cant help but overhear
Conversations that should have  never been spoken
It is bad enough to be so perceptive
It is worse to be so opionated

That is the life of a writer
Writing in a dull cafe
Churning out fifty words per hour
at fifty cents per word