A Thief in an English Bookshop

Openly, have you ever stolen anything?

A nervous look before he enters inside;
a wrong intention is showing in his eyes.
An oversized coat reserves room to hide
just one desired book. He quickly sighs.
A seller greets him with no hunch about
his tries to rob the shop. Others return
the seller's greeting with joy, he - with doubts.
A suspicion in mind, a new concern.
He does not look poor but vicious - a thief
in question, hanging around with a book,
pretending to read some pages. A brief,
dissatisfied gaze to the left to look -
he's being watched. Twenty pounds from his case,
unwilling, he pays the cashier, disgraced.

I wrote this poem for a poetry contest I entered. But I did not dare to read it there. So, I post it here. I hope you enjoy it. I tried to tell a story with this poem, bring the moment alive.

A picture from the English bookshop in Belgium, Mons, where I went for the poetry contest.