Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Trepidation...and the Best Coffee

I parked between the lines
and not too close to the shop door,
because he hates the smell of exhaust.
I approached the crabby Frenchman
taking care not to make direct eye contact
or any sudden moves
or political statements
or anything.
I put down two-fifty
and got out with my coffee
It was delicious.

1 comment:

  1. The West Coast version of Manhattan's Soup Man. :)