Post date: May 20, 2009 6:34:28 PM
I'm thinking of a lady with no patience
she's sitting down to try a pair of shoes.
She bared one naked foot and tensely waited
Her eyes shone bright with anger and reprove.
She pulled tight in her hands the leather laces
and stood before the shoe salesman could move.
He fell back to the floor and hesitated
When he watched her running out with a stolen shoe.
She turned the corner quickly and debated;
Should she run like a thief?
Should she seek some relief
In a cafe on a street
Where they would not know her by name.
This woman without patience ordered latte.
I poured the milk, but it curdled at her stare.
I offered her espresso or a coffee.
She said she wanted it now, she didn't care.
She spilled some as she limped
back through the lobby.
I followed with a towel and knelt beside her chair.
She dumped on me the steaming cup of coffee.
Then stood right up and left me kneeling there.
I saw her shoe and overviewed her body
As she ran out the door,
her cup smashed the floor.
She turned round a corner
And returned the stolen shoe.
That night he brought the coffee shop his story;
I heard him tell a man on the leather stool.
When I looked up from the steamer I was frothing
and the salesman spoke until the milk was cool.
I threw it out to grind some beans before he
Shot me a glance that said I was a fool.
I cursed and said "the steamer isn't working."
He chimed "Only a poor craftsman blames his tool."
So I never told him my side of the story.
He'll never know what she did
when she came in and hid.
Ordered latte with a lid
and I served her coffee instead.
I'm dreaming of that lady with no patience.
I hope she comes in wanting latte again.
She won't even need to pay me for a refill
if she wears a stolen glove upon her hand.
I'd give her all she wanted just to see her
curdling milk with that hypnotizing fear.
I'm dreaming for that lady with no patience
to slap me with her glove and disappear.