Mug of sitting down for a minute
warm people-watching
sweet like a new idea
mellow community of strangers
background soundtrack of my morning
I could kiss the bearded guy
for making muffins
I sit at the big wood table rubbed
with other people’s lives
smells like hope
my husband’s not looking at me
but it’s still a date
he’s typing fast
with two fingers
his left foot heavy
on mine.