'I saw you from the bus'
Walking towards me
As cars zoom by (overpass)

Walking towards the golden arches
I think everyone in this parking lot
Is here for the same reason

Roll one on the baby changing station
Blow away the crumbs giggling
Hands a pill to me
Over bathroom wall
comic sans 'crank'

Tells me about new job
Line cook
looking for an apartment
On the French side

Tells me about the Mission
We swap stories about shadow people
And lion gods in the stars, triangulating

Tells me about the dragon and the monkey
On his back, Jack and functions of Fibonacci sequence

Snow falls heavy from low flying clouds
The sounds of the city muted
Like jazzy horns all around me
Miles Davis

This will be the next one