Nick stood outside
A piercing across his brow
Patiently talking to strangers
About charities helping children across the world
Spending a Saturday evening – to spread the word
I wonder if he will

I guess you can do that in abundance – Wonder
When you sit in a coffee shop and look outside
As the sky goes from grey and drizzly
To rainy and then dark; now lit by neon lights

Inside – rows of little lights snake around on the red ceiling
And music – obscure enough to be perceived intellectual – fills the place
I hear titbits of conversation in different languages
From the tables and the chairs and the people at them
As they too mull over pots of tea, coffee cakes and hot chocolates

I shift and look
Outside and then inside
I am a little bored of both