finding a line

with nothing to do
I find a line
to get into. others are there.
holding cups
of coffee. not saying much.
not looking at one
another.
shuffling
their feet
in the cold air.
we stare into our phones,
hold our coats
tightly to keep out
the wind.
we wait until it's our
turn.
what else is there to do,
but wait,
and hope the line
moves.