I’m just a simple man.
Coffee, Cheerios, Pizza, PB&J’s.
Jeans, sneakers, a couple bucks, a bus ticket.
A pen, paper, a duffel bag, without anywhere to go.
Plenty to write.
Wake up with cobwebs.
Then, the coffee. The smell, cherishing every sip.
The bus ride, looking out the window.
Early in the morning, empty streets, mist.
In the evening, lights, cluster, people happy and sad.
Some walking the streets, from place to place, in a hurry, wandering slowly.
Others waiting at bus stops.
Some homeless. Some with friends, laughing, joking, living.

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