Cafe

There was a man with a fedora
he was reading literature outside the cafe
I didn't know whether to ask him kindly for a
cigarette or to ask him to keep his raspy voice down
My mother was the same way
either she'd ask for something
or she'd hate you for something
and I'd be damned if I were her
So I stood next to him
and took his hat and cig
and ran

and I haven't asked for anything since

Author's Note

True Story

Reviews

[Chris]

The best kind of story - and well spoken.

[Crusty Pizza Stain]

Yes, your mom was that way, as I recall. Nice write

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i agree with Jullie...great twist at the end...he probably didn't even notice, just kept reading...

at least if the literature was soemthing engaging...

i like how you present this...i felt like i was there...

good when a poet can do that.

[MsJewel]

I love the unexpected little twist at the end! Truly a delight to read!

:) Julie

[Scribbler]

Haha thank you, I appreciate it