waiting for the coffee to be served
we lean forward and back
slow rock on our chairs
in earth-time
to piped muzak
we possess the table
we've mapped-out our space
and so far as we are able
have expressified our face
then it started to unravel
or so we extrasensed
we'd snagged a string of words
and though with good intent
returned them to the lips
that gave them utterance
and as our heads were swivelling
three hundred and sixty degrees
the contents of the trolleys
trembled with unease
yet no-one seemed to notice
no questioning no fuss
if they drink cappuccinos
they must be one of us
Stephen Brian Brady
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/inalienable-in-supermarket-coffee-bar/
