wasted on words

Fake bonsai and ferns
in aluminium buckets
Here students gather
by the bunch buried in books
altho voices r barely audible
over the club music songs
Her working in a sundress
Him in a cashmere shortsleeve
Them in their jeans arrayed
like ducks by the barista
And the woman next to me
her hair hung low over her eyes
she’s now studying a flavor wheel
What is the name of this song?
I’d like to take the interview
in this chapter and donate it
back to the trees by the drive-thru