Do you mind if I sit here

I mean

No one seems to be there

Except you

I mean

Nobody might imagine though

Your jacket

Your newspaper

Your purse

Your additional cup of coffee

Clever ploy

To create an identity to protect your own

I mean

All the soft chairs belong to you for the hour

In the meantime

We will sit over here

Doing the same things as you

Though we cannot ever truly know

I mean

We are all a part of the white noise

A name that when given a little thought

Carries its own ironic twist

I mean

Is your coffee getting cold, yet?