15,670. MAYBE I'LL CALL YOU A NAME

MAYBE I'LL CALL YOU A NAME

Maybe I'll call you a name like 'Pumpkin': 

heck it's better on you than on a truck.

There's a thin veneer of liveliness about 

it that I like. It's going places, not sitting

still. Out front of the Nothing House

Cafe today, the guy was again roasting

a pig. I forgot it was Saturday, so it

tool me by surprise. All Summer long,

and in the good weather on either side

of Summer, he does that  -  ready for

people at 2pm. I never see anyone

there, but he says it draws the people

enough to buy a few beers, a 10-buck

sandwich or two, and mosey around 

through his store. I guess he would

know. I get guilty though, only buying 

a sandwich and a coffee, to go.

Everything needs a name, and all

things need something to go by.

The 'No Name Cafe?'