Six of Spades - Character Sketch of a Starbucks Regular
2 - Haiku
Since I don't know his name:
That middle-aged white guy who comes in right after we open and leaves his book on the table as he goes out three or four times for a cigarette, who looks worse for the wear, for whom I have a strange affinity as if he could be my future self
I'll be you one day:
the shakes, reading Tolstoy this
sleepy autumn dawn
2 comments:
you will always be
beloved so you will not
ever be that guy
thanks, ma
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