She sits in the crowded
coffee shop, sipping her
double chocolate latte
and scribbling words in her
leather-bound journal,
just as she does every
morning at ten;
writing stories of the
people she sees;
eg. the angry secretary;
too busy to stop and chat with
an arm full of orders,
hoping that the months
of getting her superiors
coffee and lunch
will pay off soon;
eg. the girl and her boy;
holding hands in
a booth, pretending
that they're in love
because they both know
no-one wants to be alone;
eg. the cashier;
sick of being shouted at
by irate customers,
trying to pay his
way through university
and waiting for the
day, when he can
quit making coffee;
finishing her latte,
she closes her journal
and steps out into
the cold morning;
and wonders
who she will write
about tomorrow.
