This is where the wealthy women come
to drink alone.
They are served
by the dark-haired blue-eyed young man
who flirts with them
and knows what they are thinking.
They stir their bitter black coffees
and resist the sugar.
Oo, here he comes again. Sweet.
In their minds they photograph him;
an image to keep
and revisit later
when they stare into the night
and cannot sleep.
One more cup of coffee