Patient thoughts
3:16 PM |
Here are some of the things I noted in my Steno Pad, while waiting for an interview to show up at the Bakerei Kaffee Haus this afternoon on Main Street.
SCENE: Beside the storefront window in a two-seater table, sipping raspberry-lemonade organic stuff.
Beard like a brillo pad
Crooked teeth smile
Hair in a ponytail
Why's he on trial
City steps take me
Manicured, prim
Come to awakening
I'm no better than him
Bubbled tan froth
foaming at the mouth
furred jackets here
are a faux-pas down south
Coffee beans organic
and indie rock blare
A waitress, the young one
with beads in her hair
Labels: poems, Whitehorse