My Daddy Kenny taught me to write poems and use to write poems for me. I wrote this poem while sitting in a cafe. Miss you Daddy Kenny.
People watching as time slips by
I take a bite of my Quiche style pie
sip on a pumpkin turned into a latte
sit in a corner chair all comfy and cozy
as I watch the people enter the cafe
some come and go in a hurry and scurry
while a few sit and linger
unconsciously tapping a finger
I take another bite
savor the flavor
as the egg, cheese and artichoke
dance around my taste buds, this is no joke
A man across the way
looks like he'll be here all day
his feet propped up on the chair
laptop open as he vigorously types away
his hair tucked under a hat
and on his left arm a tat.
Three tables over, a lady sits
one hand holds a cell, in conversation
the other a sandwich, in devour
It's 37 past the hour
she pauses with the sandwich
a smile appears from ear to ear
whom ever she is talking with
she agrees with joy...
maybe it's a boy?
a secret crush
I wont tell, and keep it hush.
