Midnight at Starbucks (poem)

The road is bare except for a lonely white van,
the paneled kind,
slowly creaking down the street.
As it passes, the metro north
comes ramming through from grand central
and halts abruptly at the platform.
Doors open with a pleasant chime
and the words
"Please mind then gap."
And my foot...my foot starts to tap
on the zig zag red bricks
alone at the Starbucks patio.
Heel-toe
Heel-toe
Heel-toe...and the familiar creak,
a harpee in the night--the white van
passing again.
Heel-toe on my red brick patio.
Heel-toe checking time on my phone.
Heel-toe the flood lights under the rooftop gutters
of Starbucks wont let me go.