Long wool coats, soft leather gloves,
They meet at the café,
commandeering an improvised conference area,
perpendicular to the alcove, not quite in, not quite out.
Not a smile among them, quite sincere business matters discussed,
because of course, Business Matters.
After having hijacked not only the alcove but also the atmosphere,
They arise abruptly at 8:13am, donning those coats and gloves,
ascots and fedoras. Chatting professionally as they adjourn
to the frigid Main Street, banks, and law offices.
The rest of us remain. In our sweatshirts, snow boots,
hand-knit pussy hats and baseball caps.
We exhale, relieved to have the neighborhood hangout back to normal.