I'm flattered.
While having my coffee at a Dunkin' Donuts,
this gadfly comes in,
day after day,
to sit near me,
with a single thought of:
make a wall, make a wall,
(with her face that is,
in her mind).
Someone has given her the two dollars
to purchase the coffee and donut.
She is oh-so-aware of me.
Well, I'm only on my way to work.
After me and my coffee.
A gray-haired woman with pointed glasses.
I don't understand.
I'm Crystal Gayle singing, "Don't it Make My
Brown Eyes Blue."
I don't want to see you.
That's why the lady is a tramp.
Go hop a subway and stare there.
Look there.
I've nothing for you.
Make a wall.
She no longer has her warehouse job.
She was yelling "I'm hungry" at the last one.
Pity, no more work to be found.
How pathetic to come toward me!
Make a wall.
The coffee is good, anyway.
She loves her mother. Good.
I might try creating a feminist story
out of this to come down to her level.