The window

The serving window at my local cafe
Is so dark and clean and shiny
All I can see is me
There’s an opening at waist height
So children of a specific age can communicate with the staff
But I’ve come alone
Yesterday I ordered enthusiastically into my reflection
And minutes later a black coffee emerged from the opening
Today is different
It’s been four and a half hours

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