A large cappuccino, chocolate liberally spread on top
A small table in the window to watch the people shop;
Fat ones, thin ones, people large and small
Short ones, medium ones, people very tall,
Some very young, some middle aged some very old
Most overdressed, the kids shivering with the cold
Victims to fashion though very little charm
In chilled faces and goose pimpled arms.
They all pass my window as I sit and think
Revelling in the taste of my hot strong drink;
Couples and families, and folk all alone
And me in my window sitting on my own.
My cappuccino finished and I'm up on my feet
Passing through the door out into the street
Smile painted on my face as on my way I go
Merely just in case I see someone I know.
A friendly face from the past on my little walk
A chance to say hello, a chance, maybe, to talk.
Eventually I'll have to end my cold meandering roam
To return to cat Tiger Lily and otherwise empty home
Until my large cappuccino, chocolate liberally spread on top
And my small table in the window to watch the people shop.