Coffee Shop Musings

I am one sitting at a table.

The table he sits at is wooden and sturdy

Looking straight across at you,

through the wisps of steam from the neglected coffee

I am you, you are me, I am we, we are one, true... 

but you don't see me, see you

Though the wisps of steam from the neglected coffee

You only look blankly, a dull sort of bemused look across our face.

I am another one, I hunker, a loner in the corner not far from the sturdy, wooden table

Wondering why,

Why do they stare into a mirror like that?