Morning chatter

all at once in your face

I am this guy and you are her

she is who I hoped he might be

we are all words and eyes and expressions

dance with me, and let me see

how you handle the next five

ten or fifteen minutes.

I’ll be here all day

by then you will know

by the look in my eyes

I’m the same as it ever was.

I remember when meeting you

felt like an opportunity,

once in a lifetime,

now you’re here everyday

along with all the others

on business

in gatherings

no rendezvous just yet

in the early morning missives.

Ah, the fresh scent of morning humanity

perfumes and colognes, delicious tones

sporting the right frames, shoes, linens

that attract the eye

and allow notice

before we all step out toward our world

the one that when caught on our own

become the lives we might rather avoid

when seeing all of these faces

in the local java house

the place to be seen

the place to simply get a cup of coffee

without needing really

to be seen at all.

You know the ones,

no eye contact just moving through

getting business done

as opposed to the other chick

who looks into every patron’s eye …

seems they’re searching

a sort of public yearning

if the table is open

you might hear my cry

but standing here today

I can only wonder

how long it will be before

he might catch my eye

and we then can share

those coffee house missives

sort of like the blues

with a grinder in the background.