He put coffee
In the cup
He put cream
In the cup of coffee
He put sugar
In the coffee cup
With the little spoon
He stirred it up
He tried a sip
He put back the cup
He never spoke
He lit
A cigarette
He made rings
Of the smoke
He put the ashes
In the ash tray
Without talking to me
Without taking note
He stood up
He put
His hat on his head
He put on his raincoat
Because it was a rainy day
And he went away
Without a word
Without a glance aside
And me I laid
My head in my hand
And I cried
-- Jacques Prévert (1900-1977)