Cafe Man

May 6, 2014

Here and there sits a cafe man

Whose thoughts are those no one can understand

He sits with his coffee, laptop, and book

With a solace that others tend to overlook

For what could this mysterious man be hiding,

In this vibrant, yet low, and tender lighting

He types with grace and drinks his drink

Oh the thoughts, the thoughts, this man must think

Or perhaps it isn’t whats inside thats so intriguing

His appearance is one that is very pleasing

He wears clothes not that of a rich man

But a grey beanie, and a sweater black and tan

This man is never bothered by the lively surroundings

His attention to his work is truly astounding

Always focused, never mindless

Full of imagination and kindness

Occasionally sitting in different places

Constantly studying different faces

Where does he come from everyday

Perhaps a meeting, a movie, or play

These questions you’ll ask when you see him sit down

But don’t be judgmental to this king with no crown

For if you get to close to the man seated there

His stories are ones that are hard for him to share

It is a commitment to those who are curious

And often a mistake, because you’ll end up furious

So hard to understand or even evaluate

But to those who share his story, can tolerate

So why such a mystery, this man in plain site

If you really want to know, step into his light

For here and there sits a cafe man

Whose thoughts maybe those, someone can understand

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