He’s a regular customer
coffee black and
a slice of blueberry pie
she’s the genuine article
auburn locks long
keen emerald eyes
it was Monday
as if on cue
the flood waters burst
shelter and sustenance
heady conversation
honey, do your worst
short on funds
and late is the hour
the long walk home
freshly stolen flowers
he is agitated
on the top floor
of the Empire State
she agreed in principle
with the proviso
too soon to celebrate
he puts on a record
from 1965
the year of his birth
she sings in
measured tones
can you measure your worth?
low on fuel
running on fumes
what no body knows
the mind assumes
it was Monday
right on cue
clouds released their payload
shelter and sustenance
relaxed conversation
two puddles in the road.
Monday Rain
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