sirens in the distance
the cops are on the search
people flood the coffee shop
the coffee shop is church
the traffic never stops
the sheep are in a trance
with Starbucked eyes
tattoos and saggy pants
shirts untucked with comfy shoes
some are reading Twitter
some are reading news
coffee cups go up and down
from tabletops to lips
some are jolly some are bitter
some are fatter some are fitter
some are leaving tips
each one dumb to consequence
their folly and their fritter
the froth of lifelong choices made
each choice just like a sip
they come in vans and trucks and cars
buying beverages and sweetened breads
oblivious to their progress bars 
that only God and I can see
floating just above their heads