Coffeeshop #31

New accounts of revelations to come
Hollow vapours of lives come undone
My tale writ over cappuccino's again
With a surviette I wipe my lips
While I write with my pen

Across from me, a wealthy mother
With child and a baby
Complaining about the quality of cakes
In this establishment
Incant and lament, my cup overflowing
My last sediments of more
Franchised, mass produced coffee chants