Waiting Time.
Time to sit, just time to stop, I’m in another coffee shop.
People all around the loop, some alone, others a group.
The ones alone, some are sad, others, their timings bad.
Coffee cold, eye on door, didn’t notice coat, slipped to floor.
Sudden flurries, a friend arrive, no not waited, eyes all alive.
Now time for me to slip away, a parking meter limits my day.
bkewl.
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