He carries his coffee, to the window seat.
Has look of anticipation, upon his worn face,
As he gets comfy, in his usual space.
The gentleman before me, the years do show,
He sugars his coffee, gives it a blow.
Has look of excitement, as opens the bag,
Placed on the table, was a kawasaki mag.
The gentleman before me, young man in eyes,
He sips his coffee, and reads his prize.
Has look of youth, reading about latest ride,
As he does relax, his joy can’t hide.
The gentleman before me, in his own way.
He drinks the coffee, puts the magazine away.
Has look of satisfaction, as leaves his seat,
No limit to age, returns to his feet.
The gentleman before me, puts cup in bin,
He opens the door, still shows a grin.
Has look so young, boy with new toy,
The magazine held close, that gave such joy.
©2013 Craig Wadner