Looking for inspiration I sit down to write
surrounded by conversation and the smell of
fresh roasted coffee and heavenly baked buns in the air
A group of young people walk in as in a herd
and they are all talking nothingness at once
every now and then I hear,
“Is he hot”?
“Is she hot”?
They order their coffee and leave in
a rush with hair flying
flip flopped feet
echoing and I sigh
and then I hear a man on his
phone and he asks, ‘Is she hot’?
as he twists his wedding ring
I open the door
laptop on my shoulder