A table for one

A table for one

Out of the sun

The pavement is too hot

To go barefoot

Even the sand is on fire

Sit me away from the window

In a cosy corner

Far away from the restrooms

Or the door to the kitchen

Where privacy

Means something different

And the food is flavoured

With desperation

You have several tables free

Surely there is one

For me

Thank you

It is my understanding

Regular customers

Keep you in business

Be attentive

You will soon

Get to know

What I like

Perhaps if I had booked

Then you would be more generous

And not expect

A companion

Is it so unusual

To want to read alone

Whilst eating

Two covers are better than one

But then one is an improvement

On none

Now ask me how I am

In no time at all

We are in conversation

Next time you

Will welcome me in

Like an old friend

Soon this will become

An old haunt

I will be the ghost

In the window seat

A table for one

Scrambled eggs

On whole grain

A large Cappuccino

Strong

With an extra shot

No sugar