I wasn’t sure if the strange and unpleasant smell was just her perfume or if she had also farted.
She sat so close to me, her dead friends that she wore as a coat rubbed up against my neck and face.
The diamond and ruby rings around her fat fingers were cutting of the blood flowing to her fingertips.
She opened her coat and it revealed three layers of leopard prints from three decades.
Grandmother, mother and cub leopard prints hide her saggy breasts while she pours down her Bloody Mary on this fine sunday morning.
She was a real old.. “Skank!”, Someone said to the left of me.
I looked to my left and saw a young couple fighting over something fragile,
it did not last long and they went their separate ways.
Church bells start ringing, scaring off all sinners, us the people left in the city.
My coffee finally arrived and the waiter placed a big mug onto the small table that I had to share with the older lady.
As I pull the mug closer to me with my right hand, it brushes against the old lady’s hand just as she was picking up her third Bloody Mary.
This left my right hand with a smudge of tanning oil, but nevertheless I poured some milk into my coffee and stirred it briskly, creating a maelstrom.
Then I crumbled up some of the complimentary biscuit that I received, and pretended the pieces were ships sailing on a warm coffee ocean while heading straight to their doom.
The maelstrom consumed them whole and crushing their ships, leaving the crew members to hold on to small bits of wreckage, I rescue them with my spoon like that hand of God.
The maelstrom starts to disappear as my coffee settles down.
I wrapped my lips around the mug and drank some of the coffee, I could taste the beans and my mind imagined being in Papua New Guinea for a moment.
A dog was sniffling my shoes at the same time and I agreed with him, Papua New Guinea is great this time of year.
The older lady next to me lid up a black cigarette that left a sweet scent in my nose.
And I finished my coffee and let the waiter know I wanted the check. He served it on a small plate, I opened my wallet and took out all my spare change, after counting it, it turned out to be exactly what the check wants from me.
I placed the coins on the plate and those facing up looked at me and sang,
“Let the sun shine,
let the sun shine in,
the sun shine in.”
I put my coat on and leave homeward singing,
“Oh let the sun shine,
Let the sun shine in,
The sun shine in.”
She sat so close to me, her dead friends that she wore as a coat rubbed up against my neck and face.
The diamond and ruby rings around her fat fingers were cutting of the blood flowing to her fingertips.
She opened her coat and it revealed three layers of leopard prints from three decades.
Grandmother, mother and cub leopard prints hide her saggy breasts while she pours down her Bloody Mary on this fine sunday morning.
She was a real old.. “Skank!”, Someone said to the left of me.
I looked to my left and saw a young couple fighting over something fragile,
it did not last long and they went their separate ways.
Church bells start ringing, scaring off all sinners, us the people left in the city.
My coffee finally arrived and the waiter placed a big mug onto the small table that I had to share with the older lady.
As I pull the mug closer to me with my right hand, it brushes against the old lady’s hand just as she was picking up her third Bloody Mary.
This left my right hand with a smudge of tanning oil, but nevertheless I poured some milk into my coffee and stirred it briskly, creating a maelstrom.
Then I crumbled up some of the complimentary biscuit that I received, and pretended the pieces were ships sailing on a warm coffee ocean while heading straight to their doom.
The maelstrom consumed them whole and crushing their ships, leaving the crew members to hold on to small bits of wreckage, I rescue them with my spoon like that hand of God.
The maelstrom starts to disappear as my coffee settles down.
I wrapped my lips around the mug and drank some of the coffee, I could taste the beans and my mind imagined being in Papua New Guinea for a moment.
A dog was sniffling my shoes at the same time and I agreed with him, Papua New Guinea is great this time of year.
The older lady next to me lid up a black cigarette that left a sweet scent in my nose.
And I finished my coffee and let the waiter know I wanted the check. He served it on a small plate, I opened my wallet and took out all my spare change, after counting it, it turned out to be exactly what the check wants from me.
I placed the coins on the plate and those facing up looked at me and sang,
“Let the sun shine,
let the sun shine in,
the sun shine in.”
I put my coat on and leave homeward singing,
“Oh let the sun shine,
Let the sun shine in,
The sun shine in.”
