Not quite what I had hoped for.

Perhaps this is God's sense of humour.

A balding man, 50 or more

with old fashioned, square glasses. (Square, I ask you.)

A beige raincoat and trilby hat. "May I sit here?"

"Yes of course." (Why can't you sit there at that empty table?) "Oh thank you."

For what? Allowing you to disturb my solitude.

For what? Allowing me to be creative?

For what? Reminding me that life is full of many people and I have

to love them all.