10/09/01 - The minute I got out of my car I knew I had made the right decision. Full time graveyard work is kind of lonely. And a couple of hours of daylight isn't really enough. I ventured out, just to get a breath of fresh air.
The birds were having a heated discussion. It started out with one smart one warning the others that this was all a trick. It's Indian Summer, not true summer. It's time to leave, head south. The others bid him farewell. They would stay where they were planted. The trees are alive. There's a woman sitting under one of the trees, alone. She's slender, attractive, dressed casual chic. Maybe she's older, maybe not. She's been smoking one Virginia Slim after another, and sipping an iced mocha. It's Indian Summer, the evening is room temperature, luke warm. Mick Jagger is singing in the background ... Pleased to meet you, won't you guess my name ... You can observe the man show from here. I call it that for lack of a better name. It happens quite naturally, and it always happens. Lone males walk up the street, down the street, some on bikes, some stop in. They aren't bar flys or part of the "scene." I was told that the guys at the clubs that just stand in the background are scared to death of rejection. I never saw it that way. I always felt they were teases, dolled up and enjoying looking cool. That was their only purpose. It's different with the man show. There doesn't appear to be any purpose to these loners other than to not be dead. The woman appears available. Perhaps she's aware of the man show. The dusk fades to dark and the chill of autumn sends a breeze through the trees. The only other person on the benches dons his sweater. He is why I've stayed here listening to the birds. I have been observing his style. He's not like the others in the show. I thought he might be following the "beat" but with time, I realized he was more of a Woody Guthrie, riding the rail, type. The woman has left, frustrated maybe. She missed the show. Woody has ambled on, and the birds ... they've decided to table their discussion for now. Tomorrow is another day.
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