I stopped suddenly amidst a million
people, bustling around me.
I stared through the dirty glass
to the sun above.
Quick double take, back to the track;
no train, no dream.

Half passed eight, I'm still there,
alone
Leaving requires an unprepared,
justification;
an acceptance of your lies.

I wait, and wait.
The chill from the concrete bench,
shoots through me. Uncomfortable.
Like the vagrants, I am forced to leave.
Leave on the pavement.

I fell in love with a barista
The kind with a beret on her head
and a very cold stare
but I didn't care.

I'm not sure
if it was the spell of the brew
or her flats and tight jeans
that blew my mind to smithereens.

My coffee wasn't free
but I didn't care
until she added some cream
and ended my dream.

I prefer my coffee black.