If you spot me in a café somewhere at a table for one, looking busy behind a laptop or at a phone, eyes hidden behind a bluish glare, come carefully forward not too directly and catch me by surprise. Turn suddenly, ask my name, for the time or perhaps to borrow the folded newspaper on my table. Just watch how I become the exact someone you think I am right before your eyes. And while I wait for you, I’ll keep on sitting there as the no one I am with nothing at all to say until you make me speak.
Café
Constant Voice 