Man walks into a dusty old café with a case.
Sits down and looks around the place.
Orders a coffee and hides his face.
Opens up the square case.
Pulls out a typewriter and loads paper in place.
Hides his face with a Homburg hat.
Pretends he is not where he’s at.
Types away at speeds so fast.
Pulls out the sheet before the coffees there.
Roles it up and seals it shut with a wax stick.
Ties a ribbon round.
Places the typewriter back in the case.
Walks out of that dusty old place.
No one ever saw his face.
Love letters to a stranger could it be you.
The Kat in the hat is writing to.
