I suppose to someone born in the city,
It’s fairly easy to make myself at home.
Streetlamps and coffee stains,
Buzzing with modern-day hippies, it’s hard to be alone.
“Eye-spy” and “people watch”
But look away fast when you realize someone is
Playing the same game.
But I know I’m blushing.
His eyes take an assessment
And he takes a seat on the same bench as I
He scoots over towards me.
I scoot towards him.
Our legs touch.
We make our way to the nearest Starbucks
Each wanting to share a cup of coffee
Feeling at home.