Brown hat
Catches my eye
He leans on a newspaper box
That says that it?s the guardian

He writes a bit
Looks up into
The street that?s
Coiling up the afternoon

To make vacancy
For The night
I wonder what he?s writing
Smoke puffs out
Of his lips, out of sight

Than the floor.
He cant see me
Im on the other side of the street
My heart misses a beat
Behind a cafe window

I want to follow him
Ask him what he wrote
I want to follow him
But I don?t.


26.10.04
Berkeley, california