It was a small intimate cafe where he sat, pondering the
questions of life. For some they would never
experience things that he had discovered in his.
As another sip of coffee trickled down his throat. A
women nodded as she walked by, he
nodded back in his cordial way.
His head turned, he looked out the window framed in
dark green drapes, and people returned his
glance as they sauntered by.
Another day in the lives of so many he thought, as
another minute ticked by. He watched like a
movie the lives out the window who had no
idea, hadn’t a clue.
As another sip of coffee trickled down his throat, a bell
rang out disturbing the conversational flow within
the cafe, the door had opened and another patron
entered and nodded as they walked by.
His coffee gone, he placed his chin on his fist, elbow on
the table, like the thinker, he looked out that window
with its dark green drapes, cozy and warm.
Today was yesterday and tomorrow today as
he realized he had no clue as to why,
when, where or who.
The answers no closer, he would come back tomorrow,
to ponder the questions of life once more. To nod to the
patrons as they came through the door.
© 20010 Charles Dennis