Cappuccino Poem by JJ Evendon

The spectacular rise of the morning sun
never failing,
always welcoming,
is made more appealing with scent of fresh coffee.
Smoke from my cigar adding presence.
Content in my world of one.
I sit alone under a warm shade
delighting to see the world rush past without pause,
ignoring its hustle and bustle -
for I am but a distant spectator of its meaning.
An observer of life's idiosyncrasies without criticism.
It's 10 o'clock and my cappuccino soon arrives.
I remain patient.
I am patient.
Morning's perfect tonic respected.
A lady close to me smiles behind her DG sunglasses.
Stunning features partially hidden by her wide brimmed hat
her cream and black dress matching perfectly.
Chic, sophisticated without complex.
I gently rest my spoon on the froth
and watch it slowly sink before I begin to stir.
I feel a sudden warmth.
Is this the mixture of love?
I return her smile,
not noticing my coffee has gone cold.