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