This sun is too bright,
So I squint against the glare
and continue my loping gait.
Always a habitual easedropper
I gather snippits of passing conversation
Searching...Searching...
Found.
Gossip from an old lady
shawled and cat ladden.
I give her a nod.
Good afternoon.
A bead of sweat rolls off my nose,
and it feels good to get back in the AC.
A cold one goes down nice and smooth,
but reminds me of how I skipped breakfast
and lunch for that matter.
I mooch some bar peanuts
but that's hardly satisfying.
After about half an hour
the bartender's pointed glares and sighs
make me painfully aware of the sign that says "No Loafing."
I chuckle and steal another handful of peanuts
before ducking away to the "bathroom" which just happens to be the back
door.
Can't pay for what you cant afford,
and at the moment the bill collectors
are hunting me as if I had a bounty on my head.
Which I dont.
But I know someone who does.
And he just walked around the corner.
Things are lookin' up.