I often used to sleepwalk to Rimskis café
for some post-insomnia self-medication
comprised of several hits of caffeine
and a lengthy ‘people watching’ session.
I used to sit outside on fine days
slurping at the froth of my cappuccino
staring at the town clock
watching the time pass.
It’s from here I noticed
how many people routinely go about their days
looking utterly miserable.
On rainy days
my coffee froth moustache
would sit atop my lip
as I slouched in my window seat.
Sometimes, people I knew
would turn up and join me.
There’d often be a row of us
up against that window
staring out at a world
that none of us would ever fit into
-though we tried
even if it took
four or five coffees
to consider facing it.