Smile Barista, Smile
we cross the threshold of this cafe again,
and there you are as usual,
never smiling, ever frowning,
the worries of the world on your shoulders,
uncountable problems in your head.
You scowl as you process each order,
and I say to myself,
I bet I can get you to smile.
Yet the wry comments fell flat,
the joke failed,
you fended the compliment with ease,
but I had one ace up my sleeve,
and I played it with kindness,
I cleared our table for you,
and returned our cups to the counter,
now that made you smile.
©Paul Vincent Cannon