CuppaGemma

Leaning on their elbows
as cheeks pull in their dimples
and jowls sigh wide contentments
they nuzzle noses mid sentence
enjoying the taste of lips over latte
finding their day in that hour
conversation carts pulling with
fast and slow lulls coupled
by their eyes, “Want another”
“Nah, just sit for a bit” before
schooching off to other stations

And they watch the daily scene-
little pressed men streaming in
swallowing their danishes,
scanning their papers
too busy to smoke the
cigarette that consumes
itself with ashes waiting
for attention, like the
forgotten housewives
they cannot escape
but do not touch