Rain fall down the coffee shop window

the slow drip race of condensation,

The warmth

the smell a sweet sensation,

Watch the steam rise from my cup

the background chatter sound,

A glancing gaze

at the world around,

People performing

a silent story on a big glass screen,

Maybe these strangers that pass are heros

off to fight demons and slay dragons green,

Sweep my eyes across the coffee shop

and I’m being watched to…

Guess we’re all a silent movie to someone…