tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68517634112523650832011-04-21T20:41:35.754-07:00Rob Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14982669891131547559noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6851763411252365083.post-58894149114691506112008-03-31T11:12:00.001-07:002008-03-31T11:14:30.845-07:00Invisible<br /><br />He sits alone at a coffee shop table, invisible to all who walk by.<br /><br />Waiting for nothing, silently watching the people come and go. Sipping his latte, he sits and observes.<br /><br />Long haired hippies, short haired yuppies, light skin, dark skin, young, old, happy, sad.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Suddenly he hears the music too, and starts moving his head to the beat.<br /><br />The movement is catchy. Soon nearly the whole room seems to be moving in time.<br /><br />And as the funky beat fades into a slow jam the movement slows, and the invisible man fades back into the background.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6851763411252365083-5889414911469150611?l=silentr0b.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rob Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14982669891131547559noreply@blogger.com0