I never understood the old man
who sat at the end of the diner counter with
a cup of coffee
just “trying to wake up”
until one grey and misty Tuesday I
stopped into a cafe to kill some time
and, feeling overwhelmed by
printed words and my own thoughts,
with my coat on
and watched drops slide down
the dewy window.
Photo: foggy street by Mr. Babyman. san francisco, 1999.