6217. YOU'D BETTER DOT EVERY I

YOU'D BETTER DOT EVERY I

Just like a policeman running to a donut store, 

I do everything in order to survive. Fifteen-hour

shifts, just sitting on my mental ass, now thinking,

now moving about, now thinking again. Sitting at

the rail-store's shiny table, I grab a coffee and

flip open my book. Notebook and pencil at

the ready. Here comes the local goofball,

trying to talk to me. Keep my head down,

he won't see. In the sideways door a traveler

comes : she's got a luggage thing on wheels

and a knitted scarf around her face. It's not

that cold out, but I understand the muffle.

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The slide of a cabinet doorway makes its noise,

and another woman is taking down boxes. There

goes the ambiance I wanted. Someone, someone

refill this cup for me. Or do they think I'm Son

of Sam, out here to get them? Let's be easy,

and frankly indulge. My time can be your

wallet. I'm a big tipper too.

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It's time I admitted to this  -  

I no longer know even

what say of the

week this is.