All Good Things…

This young couple in a café
Now speaking, now fighting, now silent
About things that don’t matter
Disrupt the morning routine
Of the old man who sits nearby
And lets his coffee go cold

The Routine

A cramped office space
Papers stacked unevenly
And high

The faces
Of engrossed men
Hidden behind

A man
Not hidden
Hiding
Observes all but them
Through the window
By his right