It's a tiny cafe like so many others
but he takes his breakfast there, over
a paper and a quick chat, rolling eyes
over tourists who rush past looking for
more expensive coffee at the foot
of the Spanish Steps. I stood at the bar
and downed a cappuccino within
the acceptable Italian hours, meeting
with a nod of approval. Anything
would happen in the next 24 hours.
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