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The Man at Table 3


Cinnamon Brown

Everyday I sit at the same table in the same cafe
Watching the same man but he never looks my way
I sit and daydream as he stirs in his cream
I know he feels my stares I don't think he really cares
I never turn away even when he lifts his head
I want him to see me watch him
I want him to know that I know he likes music
I know because everyday he taps his fingers to the soft jazz played in the cafe
I want him to know that I know how he takes his coffee
3 sugars and enough cream to match the color of my skin
I know that he's well mannered by his posture and body language
He always tips the waitress so he's not cheap
This is a man any woman would love to keep
I've never spoken a word to him hoping that somehow my thoughts would penetrate his
Hoping he would notice me
One day he'll have something to say until then
I continue to sit at this table in this cafe
Waiting for him to at least look my way

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