Dark Coffee

A man,
He sits alone in the coffee bar
I watch him, watching her
He looks at her with such concentration,
I can smell the passion in his stare

He studies her every movement
Hoping the next might be in his direction
They meet everyday in this coffee bar at the same time,
Although only he is aware of it

He knows all her favorite authors
He knows her favorite coffee drink
He knows that she just got out of a rough relationship
She doesn’t even know he exists

Still
Everyday, in she walks
And there he waits
He pretends to read a book that he has already read
He hopes the author might spark some friendly conversation

They make small talk every now and again
But he is never satisfied
He wonders how a woman can be so perfectly constructed physically and intellectually
He wonders why she doesn’t think the same about him

I sit and drink my coffee, as I watch the two of them
It’s almost like watching an awkwardly choreographed dance
I wonder what would happen if she ever gave him the time of day
But I guess it’s thinking like that, that would put me out of business