you arrived a moment too late.
checking your no-longer-scratchy-new
beard
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
jingle-bells
stitched to a strip of rawhide
toe-nailed to buckled fir
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where does one
zennish wanderer find
a small piece of stillness
amidst all this
urban social
creative experiment?
are desperate longing,
unemployment,
and creative depravity
sustainable?
Jonas Lamb 