cappucinos

21st February 2006

a wandering Judas
leather jacket and sunglasses
(as hailstones pour onto the outside world)
serenades those sitting quietly lonely with their cappucinos
strange crescendos of wails and hums
as he strolls between tables
hood up hands hidden in pockets
then wanders out
as unexpectedly as he arrived
a surreal interrupting invasion
of the cappucinos