Coffee at lunch

[billy]

Alone man... enjoys his
Single coffee. this works well on a few levels

Black coffee.. poems could write
How appropriate to his hunching-over,
It finds itself. Dominated by mood. feels too abstract

Risen steam, meets white-spattered red
Jacket, some light hairs of a beard
And abandoned grey head mop. this stanza needs a bit of clarity

The man's still in the cold, I can tell
Won't look up or around, stares at the mug...
Prized, protected. Waits between sips, a dog this stanza works

The owner fearing departure, maybe?
Temporarily nursing an imaginary loved one
This one thing that he has. this stanza also works well

A waitress walks over, eyeing...
Why don't you just let him
Enjoy his coffee.

this is the best of your yours i've read CB
it's almost there, i had to work hard in parts to get a handle on it.
i think for now it would be bast to go with good grammar; you can find your own style of course but best to do the basic stuff first.
thanks for the read.