Hello Jane Bo!

Sitting at a café in a strange city
Grants the power to stare.
Not at a person, nor a direction,
Just the world out there.

Bare shoulders on my left,
A skirt ends at the thigh.
Shorts competing in lack of length
Move on and say good-bye.

Repetitive, evasive, curious and seeking,
Glances the pony-tail.
She catches an eye and lets it go.
Perhaps she hopes and prays?

Waitress, a cashier, espresso-maker;
She can do it all.
But to come and sit at my table
Is an order too tall.

Polite to earnest, light to deep,
Her eyes changed thier tide.
As we parted, she nodded sincerely.
A sophisticate inside.