Summer Evening

A perfect evening for some serious Starbucks time.
A summertime breeze.
Sunset shadows falling down.
Rush hour traffic on the street, street lights flickering slowly on.
(Jeffery Lam going thru the drive-thru as he does every time I’m there it seems)
Business men to the left, leaned in toward the table between them steady, hushed conversation – the serious kind.
Blind date (perhaps they met on an internet site) on the right – the awkward kind
broadcasting a somewhat confidently self-centered small talk.
The intellectual type toward the front, in a pants suit and flip flops (must have been casual Friday at the office)
coffee in one hand and newspaper in the other.
And then there’s me, curled up in my signature position
book, papers, cell phone, coffee (you’d think I lived there) spread out on my table.
Watching, writing. Writing, watching.
Waiting.
On nothing in particular.

And Amos Lee sings in the background, something about being lost in a circus.

…I can’t concentrate.