Inevitably they come up
you’ve been sitting there achieving a warm buzz
and working out a few hundred words
30 or 40 minutes of peace
you just blew thru your last $3 and didn’t tip
you’re on your way out
and he catches you at the door
‘you’re a writer aren’t you?’
sort of..
‘damn right you are!’
next time he’ll come and sit next to me
guess I’ll have to never come back.
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