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…
.x.