He arrives with his laptop in a black case,
and explores the room for a table close to an outlet.
Today he must wend his long cord behind
an upholstered chair and a newspaper caddy
before plugging in. He opens the case
like a peddler displaying his wares,
and removes an Apple laptop—then places a cell phone down.
He orders a Venti Caffè Latte, extra hot, " with just a dollop of foam"
and a slice of Mallorca Sweet Bread— "on a plate".
He holds his phone with one hand and scrolls with the other hand.
The sweet bread waits while he asks someone if they can meet.
When the phone call ends he takes out blue Skullcandy
earbuds, plugs them into his IPhone. Now he's serious—
he types, stops, ponders, sips his drink, nibbles a corner of the Mallorca,
and writes something on a notepad. He's oblivious
to increased traffic and Starbuck's indie rock band blasting overhead.
Linda Watskin ©2011
Day 4 Poetic Asides Prompt