A coffeeshop moment.
”How did you come across him?”
Cafe conversations, going on around me.
“How old was he?”
Like a badly tuned radio.
“I hope you like cinnamon.”
Fragments fluttering by.
“I stood on a box.”
Cup half empty.
“Does it really matter?”
Used to be half full.
“I prefer cardamon.”
Pastry turned to crumbs.
“I’ve heard that joke before.”
I missed the punchline.
“It always matters.”
I suppose it does
“Have you tried them together?”
At every opportunity.
“Can you hear that radio?”
Someone’s playing with the dial.
“Are you talking to me?”
They’re playing Station to Station.
David in the kitchen. 