coffee dregs

The lobby is empty and quiet. I have a quarter cup of coffee left. My bookmark is a stub from postponed jury duty — said I’d be out of state for a while. Not a total lie. It’s warm for November in New York. Outside the window there’s a barefoot woman doing yoga on the grass. The sun is setting. This will be the calmest moment of my day. So I drink up the peace along with my coffee dregs. Shit, I forgot what this was supposed to be about. That’s probably a good thing.
