Across
from the 'Ecucina street Café'
sits the Travel and Foreign Exchange
with Stamp and Model Cars and the
City International Duty Free close
by
Stands a Holiday Inn elite and erect.
Standing beside parked motor cycles
a man on a mobile phone talks endlessly
Then I notice passers-by with mobiles
on their hips, in hands and up to
moving lips.
Hearing American accents and I think
for an instant
I am over 'there' again. But it's
okay, I'm here
with parsley between my teeth.
The trans central 'Cat' sleeks on by
with Japanese scrawling on it's side
Hustle and bustle of a lunch hour
city
Not all notice me. Though some do
as I sit here writing with parsley
specks
between my teeth.
A glass carrying truck with two men
parked across from me stare, behind
dark glasses and I imagine they can
see
this damn parsley between my teeth.
A wheel chair inhabitant patiently
waits
by the curb for…. what? I don't know.
!!…
She got into a taxi.
Another passed me; he was pushed right
on by.
Me afraid to smile with this parsley
between my teeth.
Stray pigeons scavenge for single morsels
dropped
by eaters at this street side Café,
where I'm at.
I'm picking the parsley from between
my teeth
and it just won't budge.
Pick, poke, and drag.
No use, so I light another cigarette
and contemplate this mundane human
race.
© April 23 1999 By
TeAnne |