I am AM in the PM. A bumper sticker.
Sitting in car. It takes everything I’ve got, just to write a bit. Adam’s mix CD is playing.
Had a cigarette not so long. Bought a pack at that little in & out shop on the loop.
Asked for a hard pack of camel lights. Guy working there grabbed them and a stack of comics fell to the ground.
Nothing was said.
It took me a little while to find my money—in the last pocket.
He changed my ten. And went back to what he was doing.
“Was there a receipt with that actually?”
“Did you want one actually?”
“If I could,” I said.
Was it something I said.
Man sitting w/ busted up old business shoes and a wine box in his hands. On the way back the guy with the guitar had begun to play.
To, I said no he said as we made eye contact.
“How’s it going?” I said.
“It’s going,” he said.
Fro, I could’ve sat down and listened to him begin to play.