Feet moving inside my heart, knees a jostle,
Jazzin’ up my earbuds in java land amidst
Caffeinated denizens sporting mute stares,
A secret brain wrinkle, wet and colonized,
Winking the orbital pulse, steady sockets,
Jitters at the base of the spine, so nearly
A sign, trembling imperceptibly, in a race
Frantic fingers tap, tap, tap, heads nodding
As screen-lit faces wait, lapsed and relapsed;
Barristas squat, twist, shake, pour and squirt
A macchiato merengue whipping up smiles
While Chet Baker croons “C’est Si Bon”
To a rolling silent movie, my morning perch.
In the gaze of the other 
