Rough wet rain fell in the antique light of old
Of spring. The
Great wrath of dark waves pushing steadfastly
Against the sides of tankers and fairy boats
And anonymous fishing crews docked beside
The lamp lit house boats in the bay marina.
I was at
Typing on some things I thought worth while
Over steaming coffee. The bums walked through
As did market security and business owners next
To an array of street performers bouncing off of walls
Echoing in laughter as they stood nearby chit-chatting. I felt
Like a golden template basking in a weather of cold wind
Asking for everything and giving only what came natural
To the powers that be. A friend had sent a letter up from
He was headed there by way of thumb with our old roommate.
All I could muster in interest of
It seems like the tough skin of the city has shaped his voice and sharpened his sight.
By way of phone call he rang last week speaking in a powerful low-tone, reciting
To me a four page piece of recent love and learned eloquence surrounding the light
Of some girl, Natalie, he’d met.
His everyday became visiting Natalie on the
She oil painted and he, according to one day, yelled infinitely into sound and space.
My reply in form of choppy type written words was put off for a bit
While I lit another cigarette outside
A large Wooden pole shot out of the ground randomly in the middle
Of the alley. I put my coffee there as I lit and puffed my smoke, but then,
Something a bit odd happened. An old man with one arm walking ahead of his petite wife dressed with bright eyes in a bonnet asked if he could take a fashionable photo of
Me beside the coffee. I guessed the coffee did look good and I, suave leaning against it.
The old fellow snapped four flashes and upon leaving said “I’ll get the photos to you when I see you in Hell.” He pointed to his silent bashful wife behind him saying “she won’t be going there. She’ll be in heaven.” And walked inside the coffee shop.
I was left a bit puzzled wondering about unimportant things as how I looked
In the photos beside the coffee balancing on the wooden pole sticking out of the alley….