Badal at the Coffee Shop

He was just sitting by himself at the table.
He looked to be about 80 years old.
Long face and bright eyes.
After I got my latte I sat down across from him.
He looked a little surprised.
I said, ‘hi’.
He said ‘hello’.
What are you drinking?
We got into a long conversation about life.
What it means to grow old, to have children,
to educate yourself constantly.
Such things happen when you have time to kill.
He said he hung in there just to drink latte.
It’s good latte, he said.
I thought that was reasonable.