Coffee Time Poem by Lone Dog

I sit in Tim Horton's, alone,
Sipping on a cup of their bitter coffee.
With no one to talk to,
And having nothing better to do,
I decide to pass my time
Trying to analyze
The temperament, character and personality
Of the customers who wander in.
I observe their tone of voice,
Their choice of words,
Their smile or frown,
Their style of hair,
Their manner of dress,
Their general deportment,
Their preference for tattoos,
Their tendency to tip.

I'm able to categorize almost all;
The bright from the dull,
The crude from the refined,
The educated from the uneducated,
The pleasant from the gruff,
The compassionate from the non-caring,
The generous from the selfish,
The pacifists from the combatants,
The wheat from the chaff.

Bored with my silly little game,
I force down the last drop
Of my unpalatable brew,
Get up and leave.
It has been another humdrum afternoon
At Tim Horton's.