Chai Tea Latte

Rainy day imaginings

It’s not your job to know me

As we pass each other on the street,

Hurrying through the rain

Our boots squeaking on the slippery

Sidewalks. Our shoulders hunched under

Flimsy umbrellas

 

It’s not your job to know me

As we buy coffees

In a reversal of roles

I’m surprised to see you

Not behind the counter

 

It is your job to ring up my order

And smile, as you hand me

That red paper cup, cozy in its

Eco-friendly waistcoat

 

Tall hazelnut soy chai tea latte

 

I thought it was complicated

But you remember every time

 

And you say hi as we pass by in the rain

 

And you smile when you’re behind me in line

 

And you ask me how my day has been

Even though you don’t know my name

And I don’t know yours