Sparrow

The best cafe poetry
Is background conversation
In a language you don’t know,

When the tables are taken
But nobody’s arguing
Or loudly laughing—small talk

As a form of ambience.
Like anything ambient,
You can just let it soothe you

Or you can really listen,
Finding the small intervals
And murmured rhythms moving

Their own waves around other
Waves in the air. Don’t despair.