Hot Day In America

On the eve of war

Photo by Matteo Paganelli on Unsplash

It’s September and I’m sitting outside Buchanon’s cafe
on the corner of Broadway and Pennsylvania along
the scorching dry foothills somewhere in Colorado.

Coffee here is hot, bitter, black as the asphalt.
It’s noon and the sun is high in the sky and hot.
The traffic on the street only makes it hotter.
A man on the crosswalk…