The guy in the Starbucks easy chair beside me this morning?
Homeless, I suspect.
Or possibly just socially inept,
as he’s always unshaven … but doesn’t look like a film director.
And he is often wearing the same thing he wore last time.
And the time before that.
I see him nearly every morning I’m here.
Except … notice that he never buys anything to eat or drink.
So what’s he doing then?
Except, wait – that’s just his disguise.
Because watch him closely and you’ll see
What’s really going on
He stares with great interest at the newspaper on the side table, sure.
Except … the page never turns. Ever.
And it’s a small neighborhood news flyer
of mostly just want ads.
Which holds his attention for over half an hour?
But the sneaky thing is, you can’t see his eyes,
because his arm is propped up on the arm of the chair
and he rests his forehead on the propped-up arm,
which casts a shadow over his face.
But you don’t need to look any closer to know he’s sleeping.
That’s the light rumble of his sneaky snore you’re hearing.
And that’s when you know
he’s reading nothing beyond his mostly concealed eyelids
Not really Starbucks’ target customer, I’d wager. But he’s good entertainment.