--A light mister? tosses boldly
in my direction, cig
dangling from bruised lips.
--I don’t smoke.’
--Quarter for a cup of coffee then?
--Where do you get coffee for a quarter?
Sees my hard stare, me dressed
in nice trousers, real-leather jacket
wife clutching my arm,
his slept-in clothes probably
--Still standing here bud, looking
at your face.
As thoughts scramble, nerves begin
back flips on my right leg.
--Don’t give me no lecture either, green
teeth & hair awry
says close to my breath.
Staring each other down
we decide to step back from the edge,
eager to be on our separate ways.
© Richard L. Provencher