Isolation at Starbucks
by Odin odin@aflx.com — Read all 3,869 poems by Odin odin@aflx.com
There are certain jobs and environments that breed anonymity and loneliness.
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
Isolation at Starbucks
by Odin Roark
A room of tables.
An installation of “Don’t Touch” people.
Who will dare my eyes peer into
their emptiness of yesterday,
their frozen today of tomorrow.
Who will dare let breathe their heart
without fear,
without prejudice?
Who will lift up their eyes and see mine
sitting at an isolated table,
guessing I’m just another face they’ll likely ignore?
Ron
And I guess it's the same the whole world over...
Diana....