Friday, November 9, 2012

3966. FINE MEN

FINE MEN
Fine men are reading country
newspapers  -  sipping their coffees
at an outdoor cafe. This little French
corner has someone else laughing to
himself mysteriously. The butcher has
his cleaver, and, across  the lane,
some beautiful girl spins pasta.
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On the overhead, all I hear is
'get back home, Loretta' and
'Jo Jo was a man.' Funny, how
the years stetch and elongate,
drooping over our everyday
things like gauze. Zero Mostel,
Paddy Chayevsky, here, and me. 
Lone percurser, staggeringly
dull, and with no way out.

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