While I wait (A poem)

Started while sitting in a coffee shop that was a bit too warm for comfort…

The room is large, but the tables are small
there’s barely enough space for two
and it’s hot—almost too hot for waiting
Yet here I am, waiting for you

There’s barely enough space for two
but I’m making do with what’s here
It’s hot—almost too hot for waiting
It occurs to me: you haven’t seen me before

But I’m making do with what’s here
the music is good, at least
It occurs to me: you haven’t seen me before
but I doubt you’ll mistake me for another beast

The music is good, at least
I’ll be entertained while I wait
I doubt you’ll mistake me for another beast
After all, it’s not a date

I’ll be entertained while I wait
leaning here against the wall
After all, it’s not a date
The room is large, but the tables are small

(3/4 March 2016)