walking the path between here and there I stopped for a while at a place with no name it was more than a village but less than a town but at least it had a coffee shop I upset the server by ordering an americano no add-ons no extras he scratched his head bemused for a moment and I wondered if he had forgotten how simple coffee should be I sat outside on a hard wooden chair and watched the life of the place there were no cars no buses or trams just people they hurried and scurried and rushed and ran in all directions they disappeared into side streets and the open doors of small office buildings and stores they streamed unending far more of them than could live in this small place then I realised that I was seeing the same people over and over going round and round as if on a giant cogged wheel the server came out and collected my empty cup what are they doing I asked he shrugged and said I don’t get involved in that I just serve coffee I thanked him stood up and walked away I walked back to the path between here and there walked until I couldn’t remember something that must have been important then I stopped for a while at a place with no name it was more than a village but less than a town but at least it had a coffee shop
Posted on: Thu, 16 Oct 2014 14:27:14 +0000