The Man in the Cafe

He's hunched over

Eating

In his khaki green  jacket

Tomatoes and toast

Scrambled egg,

In his jacket

He looks all intense.

Yet

Supping his tea

He leans back in his chair

Crosses his legs

Like he hasn't a care

Like an Oxford professor

Then, like a fabled confessor

His lips start to chatter,

I'm quite startled at first

Maybe, something's the matter

Then he's back to his toast

And tomatoes and eggs

His demeanour quite harsh,

He uncrosses his legs

And returns to his complicated breakfast.