you don’t see old people here
you don’t see beer bellies
you don’t see kids
you don’t see dogs
you don’t see people walking slowly

you see perfectly slicked hair
you see people walking with their headphones in
you see jaded, determined faces
you see backpacks and handbags, probably containing laptops

looking out the window of a coffee shop, 
watching people walk by 
on the sidewalk of second street at 8 a.m.