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Cell-free Cafe

Six strangers sit in a circle
In a local coffee shop.
One is speaking on a cell phone,
Struggling to wrest control of his life
From his ex-wife:
Meticulously laying out
What he will and will not do,
Interrupting her attempts to reply
With the demand that she wait
Until he is completely finished.
Five strangers suddenly united:
Unable to move
Unable to speak
Wishing we were elsewhere.
The sixth moves his conversation
And suddenly we five
All speak at once.
The horror has passed.
Maybe banning cell phones
From coffee shops
Isn't such a bad idea.

7 July 2002

by Bill Cattey