Sitting in the Coffee Shop

You are sitting in the coffee shop alone.
Caressing your latte and reading the Globe.
The sun warms your table and bakes in its serenity.

I just watch.

Are you waiting for someone?
Or will you find company in print this morning?

If I approach you,
I fear you may feel the sun block,
And a chill settle in.

I wish for a warm welcome.
But I just take my cloud and go.