Sugar crusts

I sit in a cafe
The soft croons of music juxtaposed with the gentle screeches of chairs
The clinks of cups and plates

The sky
Is grey, the air damp with rain
The leaves have fallen from trees
And lie in wet clumps on the ground
Cars drive to and fro
A half formed building looms near

Further away
Is the city
Some people just waking
Others working
Chatting, walking

I sit in a cafe
My plate empty, my cup
Lined with the stains of coffee
Sugar crystals
Crust the bottom.

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