Saturday, July 28, 2012

9/22/2004


I walked
into the bar
at an ungodly
early hour
because
it was
the only place
open
where I could get
a cup of coffee
which
wasn’t a problem
and
there she was
pretty in pink
and famous
as she could be
a songbird
sitting on the floor
throwing a
handful of small dice
like jacks
then translating
the outcome
into words
and phrases
she typed into
the laptop
in front of her
a
freely chosen gamble
humming to herself
and
with my
hot coffee in
one hand
I
sat down on
the vacant crate
next to her
introduced myself
again
having met her
once
many years ago
and quickly
ran out of
anything worthwhile
to say
wishing her well
not wanting to intrude
on her work
without cause
but
unable to move along
without first
paying my respects.