I Listen

So many sounds

Idle chit chat

Laughter from across Starbucks' floor

I listen, sitting alone but not lonely

Here I am

Waiting for inspiration

My senses are on overload

The sounds, sights, and smells

Refreshing chill in my chest from

My iced peppermint green tea

So, if you see me out somewhere

Sitting alone

In a cafe

A restaurant

Or some other capitalist refuge

Feel free to say hello in whatever language you know

For I listen, usually with a smile

And who knows

Perhaps I'll write you into my tales

And you'll have a new piece of my soul

To weave upon the tapestry of your history