Cafe Lunch

What joy to sit solitary reading
big city newspapers leisurely
consuming latte and neat little
club sandwiches or scrambled
eggs on toast if I’m feeling
ravenous in the cosy surrounds
of the local cafe.

I’m told “meet more people”,
“get an interest”, “join a club”,
but it all takes up time I
could spend on writing and I
know lots of people already.
I need peace from their
jabbering to write out the
ideas sloshing around in my
head. Wind down time in a
local cafe rebalances
my equilibrium.

A cafe lunch not made by me
is a delicious change from
soup and toast eaten while
lounging on my couch at home.

Previously posted September 2016

Cafe Lunch