A clear cold morning

The coffee cups crack in the cold
The cat questions the catastrophe
The café down the hill as empty
As any church of barefooted nuns
When He says, “Please be settled.”
The coffeehouse is more than a cup
Accouterments of sugar, cream, style
Off the beam customers each with
Phone, space, and prayer, and me,
I have half a cup and 10% battery
Warning morning this mourning this
Coffee cat cafe of Supreme indifference.