Chris ?

With a coke and a cigarette in hand
He sits in the sun.
Shoulder-length hair pulled back
A few brown strands escaping.
He sips on his coke and cig
And watches the people and cars go by.
And then he writes.

It’s an everyday occurrence
At 4pm at Frankie’s.
He’ll sit for a long time,
Analyzing the world around him
And then he’ll pack it up
And rejoin the herd.

Rae Douglass
Frankie’s Coffee Shop