The Coffee Shop


The old man in the coffee shop.
He sits and thinks.
Is he waiting?

He does not drink his coffee.
He sits and thinks.
Isn't he thirsty?

Sorrow does not crease his brow, but something does.
He sits and thinks.
What is it?

Why is he waiting?
The old man sits and thinks.
And so goes time.

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