I sit quietly
observing the people around me
I inhale deeply
let the aroma of freshly brewed coffee fill my nostrils
Too impatient to let it cool
I take a big gulp
scorching my tongue
I delight in its bitter-sweet flavor
The people at the next table
have deluded themselves into thinking they are vampires
their pale makeup and black clothes do not look out of place here
To my left
there is a man,
who appears to be homeless,
escorting a mange-ridden dog to a table
his funky odor wafts my way:
body odor, stale cigarettes, and cheap alcohol
I watch as he begins reading the newspaper he snagged from the trash can on his way in
I take a deep drag from my cigarette
and once again ponder the huge leprechaun on the wall
4 responses to “People Watching”
A huge leprechaun on the wall? Sounds tasteful. People watching is a great past time, I’ve found. It makes me realise how glad I am I’m not them.
A huge leprechaun on the wall? Sounds tasteful.
It was delightfully tacky!
People watching is a great past time, I’ve found. It makes me realise how glad I am I’m not them.
Why thank you sir 🙂