you arrived a moment too late.
checking your no-longer-scratchy-new
reflected in
VW chrome

you arrived a moment
after the moment
in which the room erupted
with coffee guzzling energy,
stopping to admire your beard
in your VWs fender


“Do you have coffee here?”
and the room collectively shouted,
“No, this look like a friggin’ coffee joint
to you?”


jazzmint tea
tanzanian roast withdrawal
dreamy eyes
and empty travel mugs

the door wore
stitched to a strip of rawhide
toe-nailed to buckled fir


where does one
zennish wanderer find
a small piece of stillness
amidst all this
urban social
creative experiment?

are desperate longing,
and creative depravity

Reach out and touch someone....

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