Woman Gives Birth At Cafe, Refuses To Leave Until Latte Finished

by Jerry Ratch




There was a man crying, walking his dog

and a woman drove by

on a flat tire


They brought coffee to the tables

in large glasses on white saucers

There'd be long silver spoons

with which to stir in strong


dark espresso

floating in layers in the steamed milk


Don't forget

the girl with long blond hair

fiddling with her key in a car door

outside, saying

“Oh! This isn't even my car!”


And yes, having conversations about

catching a man, seated in this same café

when you were young, not pregnant

not looking down the road to life very far