I often wonder what people think 

When they see a writer

When they see me in a coffee shop with 

Receipts on the table full of drafts

Three notebooks half full of writing that looks like a Doctor’s prescription

A poetry book peaking out of my bag

A laptop plugged in

What a trip hazard

They see me

Staring right back at them

But I am only people watching
&
Maybe one day 

I will write a poem about you...