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"Coffee Shop Rendezvous"

Whistle blows, Day is done
Jacket of denim finds its way across broad shoulders
Makes his way down the street so dark, Such a long day
The burden of his steps has increased since morning

Passing the phone booth
Warm light from the cafe window beckons him
A smile appears without warning; Maybe a small visit is in order
Just a sip or two of that which is craved

Crossing the street, Agilely makes his way through the traffic
Jingle of the bell announces his arrival
With the click of the latch, The world outside subsides
Finding the table he calls his own, Back of the room of course
Removing jacket and cap, He waits

Wisp of hair is pushed from her face as she notices him
Grabbing paper and pen she makes her way across the diner
And what shall it be old friend?
Same as always?
With a smile he nods of that which is known
Watching her walk away, Thoughts reoccur
Hands somehow nervous, Happens with each visit

Sitting the hot brew before him, She wishes to ask
Stirring the black liquid with care, He wonders
The silent language flourishes

Time passes, Then is gone
Finding his feet, He again leaves a rather large tip
Making his way to the counter, He tells himself
Tonight will be the night, Rejection shall be risked

Sweet voice inquires, Was your coffee ok?
Oh yes, All was as I expected it would be he replies
Will there be anything else this evening?
Oh but only if she knew of that which goes unspoken

No, No I guess that will be all
Money passes hands, Change is received
Fingers linger together
Five foot five looks up to six feet two

The jingle of the bell accompanies his departure
Pausing slightly, He wonders what to do
Through the window, Her eyes remain on you
Questions go unanswered
In this late night rendezvous

A Poem By The Quiet One
Copyright © 1999 All rights reserved.

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