On Coffee Shop No 1 Poem by michael oliver

The head turns - the space burrowed
Black eyes - wedged in the eye corner
Across the bridge of annoyed connection
meets the critical look of intrusion

A white blouse - a cream bag
A tied headscarf - an aura of self
The assumption skims - but locked away
Against the duck egg blue wall

The latte stirred with closed clinks
Above the froth - the jaw moves
A habit - food - past events chewed
Her privacy is her own battle