I tip my hat
Well let me think
Beside me my McDonalds
large cafe with its aesthetic
multi-layered cup
I am too busy to go out
and wait somewhere
though on my block
a Starbux sits.
It is a bridge between two worlds
and it attracts those of us
who have learned to go from one to the
other and back with some facility
Beneath the bridge lies paving
so you won’t get killed if you
jump off
At some point the world will get
serious
But I have learned that
unless it is Breaking News
enough times
nothing will happen
So in a sense we become more passive
with the tolling of the more distant bells
and more inclined to be bent out of shape
by the nearer sounds.
What can words do midst this morass
Oh more than you might think
For finally we do not know
where pushes come from
or how miniscule they might be
Why they might set off chimes of freedom
before I take another sip
