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
