I was sitting, and two people were talking Neighbors, espresso, ginger for the holidays My 12-ounce latte sat on the table Less than six dollars, more than five I was sitting, and these two people were talking Two other people were also sitting All of us “doing nothing” Reading, and typing, and thinking The latte wasn’t even that good They never are as good as I imagine they’ll be Vanilla or chai, or whatever else Some form of sugar and milk But I walked there at 2:40 p.m. To get coffee and sit And others did too And while we were there, two people were talking Somewhere else, people I know were laughing Some dancing, or practicing, or working But I was sitting and drinking a latte And then walking home in the snow And maybe it wasn’t that good And definitely overpriced But there were two people talking together And somehow that was enough