All Day Breakfast

I find myself on a Saturday morning

Walking through the city

With time to kill.

The peace of a book shop

Grants the opportunity

To escape the rain.

Time well spent

Perusing science fiction

And poetry.

 

Shortly after,

I skate on the tiled floor

Of a coffee shop.

Wet soles on my sneakers

Render the floor

Without purchase.

I witness a young girl

Say the three magic words

To an older man.

"All day breakfast."