Invisible

He sits alone at a coffee shop table, invisible to all who walk by.

Waiting for nothing, silently watching the people come and go. Sipping his latte, he sits and observes.

Long haired hippies, short haired yuppies, light skin, dark skin, young, old, happy, sad.

The beat from the speakers starts to travel up his tapping leg, jumps to his bobbing head. Soon his whole body moves to the rhythm.

Suddenly he is no longer invisible. A clean-cut thirty-something walks in, oblivious to the background sounds. His eyes scan the room--an unconscious habit--and are caught by the sight of the bopping man.

Suddenly he hears the music too, and starts moving his head to the beat.

The movement is catchy. Soon nearly the whole room seems to be moving in time.

And as the funky beat fades into a slow jam the movement slows, and the invisible man fades back into the background.