There we were once more,
Sitting in the coffee house,
My wife and I,
Just drinking, chatting and laughing.
I was watching the world go by
When I saw him,
A young man sitting at the table,
The table in the corner,
Tapping away at his laptop.
It could have been business,
It could have been pleasure.
He finished his coffee,
As he got up he made me think,
Because he did something so alien,
So alien to me,
He wiped over his laptop.
That seemed so very strange,
Very strange to me,
I haave know truble
Tiping on a durty screne.